we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.

It really seems as if failure and hardship make more of a human being of folks than success.

there was nothing in the whole world so dreadful as the power of riches wrongly used.

the friend in need is the one who is the friend in deed; ... if people were not friends in need, there was every likelihood that they never would be friends again in any conditions that might obtain.

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

Sometimes it seems to me that the more we get hurt in this world the decenter it makes us.