Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.
With all our horrors and faults, somewhere in us there is a shining.
The proofs that God does not exist are very strong, but in lots of people they are not as strong as the feeling that He does.
We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome.
I shall revenge myself in the cruelest way you can imagine. I shall forget it.
I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.