Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.