Perhaps loneliness had nothing to do with place or circumstance; perhaps it was in you; yourself. Perhaps, wherever you were, you took your little circle of loneliness with you.

To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.

Well, what was luck for if it was never to be tempted?

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.

Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.

You never know how you'll turn out till you've been down to half a dollar and no prospects.

But I have noticed this about ambitious men, or men in power, that they fear even the slightest and least likely threat to it.