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.

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

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

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

To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

I note that the Africa loves to depict the grace of reptiles.