Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.

Man has never been the same since God died.

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.