It does not do to neglect the gods of a place, whoever they may be. In the end, they are all one.

I had always been content to know that there was more in the living world than we could hope to understand.

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

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

To remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after resignation to drowsy and stiffening age; to remember what once you thought life could hold, after telling over with muddied and calculating fingers what it has offered; this is music, made after long silence. The soul flexes its wings, and, clumsy as any fledgling, tries the air again

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

Sometimes, I think, our impulses come not from the past, but from the future.