the mysterious moment of death proves to be a moment of waking. How one longs to take it for one's self!

Conversation's got to have some root in the past, or else you've got to explain every remark you make, an' it wears a person out.

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.

Satisfaction, even after one has dined well, is not so interesting and eager a feeling as hunger.

There is something out of gear about graded schools and all that. Memory is developed at the expense of what in general we are pleased to call thought and character.

It is not often given in a noisy world to come to the places of great grief and silence.

Love isn't blind; it's only love that sees!