The place for truth is not in the facts of a novel; it is in the feelings.
Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted?
To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark
You never know how you'll turn out till you've been down to half a dollar and no prospects.
I sometimes think it's a mistake to have been happy when one was a child. One should always want to go on, not back.