The Haitian people are gentle and lovable except for their enormous and unconscious cruelty.

I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.

When the people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts for the others to look at and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to.

It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.

I don't know any more about the future than you do. I hope that it will be full of work, because I have come to know by experience that work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find. . . I want a busy life, a just mind and a timely death.

Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

You have no idea, sir, how difficult it is to be the victim of benevolence.