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 am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.

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

I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump.

I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.