If I ever see more clearly at one time than at another, the medium through which I see is clearer.

Love does not analyze its object.

We must have infinite faith in each other. If we have not, we must never let it leak out that we have not.

Some are reputed sick and some are not. It often happens that the sicker man is the nurse to the sounder.

When a man dies he kicks the dust.

The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.

But perhaps a man is not required to bury himself.