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

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 got 's much feelin' as the next one, but when folks drives in their spiggits and wants to draw a bucketful o' compassion every day right straight along, there does come times when it seems as if the bar'l was getting low.

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

A lean sorrow is hardest to bear.

Do not hurry too fast in these early winter days, - a quiet hour is worth more to you than anything you can do in it.

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