The body was so little a part of him that its final stillness seemed nothing of importance. He was half out of it anyway and death was only a slipping out of it altogether and being at last what he always was, a spirit. We buried the pearly shell upon the mountain top.
Pearl S. BuckWrite a novel if you must, but think of money as an unlikely accident. Get your reward out of writing it, and try to be content with that.
Pearl S. BuckIt is worse than folly... not to recognize the truth, for in it lies the tinder for tomorrow.
Pearl S. Buck