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

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

A lean sorrow is hardest to bear.

My childhood is very vivid to me, and I don't feel very different now from the way I felt then. It would appear I am the very same person, only with wrinkles.

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

Imagination is the only true thing in the world!

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.