Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!

pacifists lead a lonely life. Not even gathering together can take the place of that vast, warm sun of approval that is shed on motherhood, on law-abiding, on killing, and on making money. Someday will we come into our own? Well, motherhood may move into the shade. Law-abiding is going through a trauma. But killing and making money are good for a long, long time.

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.

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.

The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?

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