... though not invariably the worst choice, war is always an obscene horror.

There is only one force stronger than selfishness, and that is stupidity.

To mourn was distressing, but to endeavor to mourn and fail was worse than distress.

. . . every tree near our house had a name of its own and a special identity. This was the beginning of my love for natural things, for earth and sky, for roads and fields and woods, for trees and grass and flowers; a love which has been second only to my sense of enduring kinship with birds and animals, and all inarticulate creatures.

Too much principle is often more harmful than too little.

Nothing is more consuming, or more illogical, than the desire for remembrance.

Most women want their youth back again; but I wouldn't have mine back at any price. The worst years of my life are behind me, and my best ones ahead.