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

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

There's some herb that's good for everybody, except for them that thinks they're sick when they ain't.

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

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

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.

In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong.