Where once stood the steadfast pines, great, beautiful, sweet, my hand touched raw, moist stumps. All about lay broken branches, like the antlers of stricken deer. The fragrant, piled-up sawdust swirled and tumbled about me. An unreasoning resentment flashed through me at the ruthless destruction of the beauty that I love.

Is love the sweetness of flowers?

The things you do today that you don't have to do will determine who, what, and where you will be when it is too late to do anything about the things you should have done.

Poetry is the gate through which I enter the land of enchantment. Once inside the flaming wall, my limitations fall from me, and my spirit is free.

Once it was necessary that the people should multiply and be fruitful if the race was to survive. But now to preserve the race it is necessary that people hold back the power of propagation.

The inferiority of women is man-made.

Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.