History is not was, it is.

This is a free country. Folks have a right to send me letters, and I have a right not to read them.

Believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail.

You like orchids?... Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption.

You men,' she says. 'You durn men.

He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond.

Try to be better than yourself.