(Suicide) takes some doing, with maybe pain and maybe hell.

Time interval is a strange and contradictory matter in the mind. It would be reasonable to suppose that a routine time or an eventless time would seem interminable. It should be so, but it is not. It is the dull eventless times that have no duration whatever. A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy, crevassed with joy - that's the time that seems long in the memory. And this is right when you think about it. Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

If you're in trouble, or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones.

And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

He learned that when people are very poor they still have something to give and the impulse to give it.

It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

That man who is more then his elements knows the land that is more than its analysis.