Occupation: Writer Birth: August 2, 1881 Death: September 19, 1939
I haven't hurt you ... if I have, it's the faithful wound of a friend..
What we once fling away never comes again to us..
There is no such thing as time for those who are happy. For the others - there is nothing else..
That's the worst of doctors. They are so keen about the body, but they don't study the soul at all..
Death is the opening-and the closing-of a Door..
Promises were made for people who do not trust each other..
Quite a small spoke is enough to stop a wheel - even a mighty big wheel - if it's going too fast..
People have a way of thinking that everything is finished when the very best of all may yet be in store..
there was not a tree on the place, only the horrible prickly pear bushes thrusting out their distorted arms as if exulting in their own nakedness..
we are all given the ingredients of happiness, but the mixing is left to ourselves..
What the world, social and political, concrete and mental, really needs is not new things, but the old things made new..
I love humility in a woman. It's so rare. With man, of course, it is practically extinct..
If you didn't sit with your head in the clouds so perpetually you wouldn't get so many shocks..