The sad ones are those who waste their energy in trying to hold it back, for they can only feel bitterness in loss and no joy in gain.

Being at ease with himself put him at ease with the world.

You stay out here a little while, an' if you smell any roses, you come let me smell, too.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

Ever'body's askin' that. "What we comin' to?" Seems to me we don't never come to nothin'. Always on the way.

The American girl makes a servant of her husband and then finds him contemptible for being a servant