Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant Cause.
If childhood is still a state, it is now chiefly a state of confusion.
Gardening has compensations out of all proportion to its goals. It is creation in the pure sense.
Sons do not need you. They are always out of your reach, Walking strange waters.
Aunts are discreet, a little shy / By instinct. They forbear to pry.
People are no longer sinful, they are only immature or underprivileged or frightened or, more particularly, sick.