I am not a greedy person except about flowers and plants, and then I become fanatically greedy.
Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.
Poems like to have a destination for their flight. They are homing pigeons.
I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am happy.
Unless the gentle inherit the earth, / There will be no earth.
They are commiting murder who merely live.