I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.

Man has never been the same since God died.

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

[on going to Sunday school:] It looks like rain, and I hope it will rain cats and dogs and hammers and pitchforks and silver sugar spoons and hay ricks and paper-covered novels and picture frames and rag carpets and toothpicks and skating rinks and birds of paradise and roof gardens and burdocks and French grammars before Sunday school time.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.