I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

There is absolutely no reason for being rushed along with the rush. Everybody should be free to go slow.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

I never knew what was meant by choice of words. It was one word or none.