I detest life-insurance agents: they always argue that I shall some day die$$$ which is not so.

A good writer can watch a cat pad across the street and know what it is to be pounced upon by a Bengal tiger.

I used to dream$$$ and I used to vow; I wouldn't dream of it now.

The gate is straight. Deep and wide. Break on through to the other side.

He who defends with love will be secure; Heaven will save him$$$ and protect him with love.

Humility$$$ if it comes at all$$$ almost always comes too late.

Absense diminishes small loves and increases great ones$$$ as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire.

The real is what resists symbolization absolutely.

Love is giving something you don't have to someone who doesn't want it.

To rebel against being born a woman seemed as foolish to her as to take pride in it.