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

a trouble shared is a trouble half endured.

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

Tears were a blessing; they were a relief; they did wash the ache from the heart, ease brain strain, and encourage the soul.

Of two evils, I always choose the lesser.

How a big majority of book critics and authors have come to believe and to teach that no book is true to life unless it is true to the worst in life, God knows.

The seasons run with swift feet.