You can't be a little bit saintly any more than you can be a little bit pregnant.

The woods seemed all answer and healing and more than enough to live for.

What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?

To have children is a double living, the earthly fountain of youth, a continual fresh delight, a volcano as well as a fountain, and also a source of weariness beyond description.

... love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is.

things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.

You can't be a little bit saintly any more than you can be a little bit pregnant.