For time is the longest distance between two places.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

For there was a conspiracy of dullness in the world, a universal plan to shut out the resurgences of spirit which might interfere with clockwork. Better to keep your elevation unseen until it is higher than strangers' hands can reach to pull you down to their level.

All creative work, all life in a sense, is a cri de coeur.

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.

Why, man alive, Laura! Just look about you a little. What do you see? A world full of common people! All of 'em born and all of em' going to die! Which of them has one-tenth of your good points! Or mine! Or anyone else's, as far as that goes - gosh! Everybody excels in some one thing. Some in many!

I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage. (Maggie)