My general attitude toward life when I first get up is of deep suspicion, verging on hatred. ... I am simply basted together until after breakfast.

Whoever decided that comic valentines were a good idea should have been sent away to think it over.

The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.

Christmas is a kindling of new fires.

Traveling is all very well if you can get home at night. I would be willing to go around the world if I came back in time to light the candles and set the table for supper.

Well, any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I'm sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.

History records the large events or the general condition of society, but only an individual can put down the way of life in a small town.