That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

I like to hear a storm at night. It is so cosy to snuggle down among the blankets and feel that it can't get at you.

It will come sometime. Some beautiful morning she will just wake up and find it is Tomorrow. Not Today but Tomorrow. And then things will happen ... wonderful things.

There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.

It's so dreadful to have nothing to love - life is so empty - and there's nothing worse than emptiness.

Despair is a free man--hope is a slave.

I know you're a fool, Jim Hardy, but for heaven's sake pretend you're not for five minutes.