Some say that we shall never know, and that to the gods we are like the flies that the boys kill on a summer's day, and some say, to the contrary, that the very sparrows do not lose a feather that has not been brushed away by the finger of God.

But such occasions of excellence became less and less frequent. As her technique became sounder, [her] sincerity became less necessary.

Hope, like faith, is nothing if it is not courageous; it is nothing if it is not ridiculous.

Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it -- every, every minute?

A sense of humor judges one's actions and the actions of others from a wider reference. It pardons shortcomings, it consoles failure.

[Camila] was quite incapable of establishing any harmony between the claims of her art, of her appetites, or her dreams, and of her crowded daily routine. Each of these was a world in itself.

Look at that moon. Potato weather for sure.