The mills of God work like lightning compared with the law.

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?

I'm very much to blame for not seeing it before, but who on earth goes about suspecting an impossible outlandish thing like murder? That's something that happens in books, not among people you know.

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

The gods only go with you if you put yourself in their path. And that takes courage.

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