words are but drops pressed out of the lives of those who lived them.

Time is the sea in which men grow, are born, or die.

Accuracy is the basis of style. Words dress our thoughts and should fit; and should fit not only in their utterances, but in their implications, their sequences, and their silences, just as in architecture the empty spaces are as important as those that are filled.

The true fruit of travel is perhaps the feeling of being nearly everywhere at home.

The true call of the desert, of the mountains, or the sea, is their silence - free of the networks of dead speech.

The great and almost only comfort about being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised.

Once divested of missionary virus, the cult of our gods gives no offence. It would be a peaceful age if this were recognized, and religion, Christian, communist or any other, were to rely on practice and not on conversion for her growth.