every heart has its graveyard.

Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.

If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.

The morning air was like a new dress. That made her feel the apron tied around her waist. She untied it and flung it on a low bush beside the road and walked on, picking flowers and making a bouquet… From now on until death she was going to have flower dust and springtime sprinkled over everything.

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the same horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

I hold that any religion that satisfies the individual urge is valid for that person.

They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.