There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

Once you wake up thought in a man, you can never put it to sleep again.

Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.

I love myself when I am laughing.

The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning.

That is the way with people ... If they do you wrong, they invent a bad name for you, a good name for their acts and then destroy you in the name of virtue.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.