When a woman gets the idea of justice, there's no teaching her any sense.

Old men when they begin to hear the last trumpet, on the morning breeze, often have a kind of absent-minded smile; like people listening. And their smiles are just politeness.

The concept, the label, is perpetually hiding from us all the nature of the real.

Of all things I find most unbearable is the injustice of one generation to another.

A foul-mouthed oaf, a drunken laborer lying in a drain, a beaten wife with blackened eyes and torn clothes, cannot be made romantic to a child who sees how other children suffer from bad-tempered parents, from drunken fathers to termagant mothers.

To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. And easier. Because it's true. It's a new world every heart beat.

Funeral expenses are the curse of the poor everywhere on earth, they are wasteful and unnecessary, they are the price of foolish ostentation and a display that is less an evidence of grief than a vulgar travesty of those pompous obsequies where no grief is.