To the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle.

I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.

I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.

... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?

Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.

The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.