There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude. The time to denounce the bankers was when we were all feeding off their gold plate; not now! At present they have not only my sympathy but my preference. They are the last representatives of our native industries.

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

How I hate everything!

Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.