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

When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.

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.

I've found that people who look at things as they are, and not as they wish them to be, are the ones who succeed.

Who was it said that you never get to a place until a day after you come, nor leave it until a day after you go?

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

Life was resumed, and anxious living blew away as if it had not been. I could not breathe deep enough or long enough. It was a return to happiness.