I have little faith in the theory that organized killing is the best prelude to peace.

Experience has taught me that the only cruelties people condemn are those with which they do not happen to be familiar.

No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.

I've liked life well enough, but I reckon I'll like death even better as soon as I've gotten used to the feel of it. ... I shouldn't be amazed to find it less lonely than life after I'm once safely settled.

The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.

She must face her grief where the struggle is always hardest-in the place where each trivial object is attended by pleasant memories.

I liked human beings, but I did not love human nature.