We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage.

I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.

The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint! Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.