She had for so many years been trying to be like other people, that she was now like nothing in heaven or earth.

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

The more anybody wants a thing, the more they do think others want it.

Give me good digestion, Lord, And also something to digest; but where and how that something comes I leave to Thee, who knoweth best.

Green is the fresh emblem of well founded hopes. In blue the spirit can wander, but in green it can rest.

There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between flowers of equal loveliness. ... The true anthologist has the greatest difficulty in finishing his book. There is always just one more, a new, delicious discovery.

The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.