The things I feared were not in the sky, but in the nature and in the touch of humanity. The cruelty of children . . . the blindness of the unpitiful - these were my terrors. But not the crash of thunder overhead, not the bolts of fire from the clouds.

Given two tempers and the time, the ordinary marriage produces anarchy.

Few forms of life are so engaging as birds.

But, of course only morons would ever think or speak of themselves as intellectuals. That's why they all look so sad.

I'm not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason.