Most young men are such bores. They haven't lived long enough to learn that they are not the wonders to the world they are to their mothers.

A house isn't a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion.

Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

You see, " she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.

I can always get through to-day very nicely. It's to-morrow I can't live through

Don't let a three-o'clock-at-night feeling fog your soul.

I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust, " Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

Oh, I don't wonder babies always cry when they wake up in the night. So often I want to do it too.

If the bards of old the true has toldThe sirens have raven hair.But over the earth since art had birth, They paint the angels fair.

There are some things, once they are done, that we can never question, because if we did, we wouldn't be able to go on. And we have to go on, every single day.

I'm married to an artist. I get a lot of inspiration from art, from the lighting in art, from the compositions in art, from the textures, and all of that. I'm always playing with it.

The policy of adapting one's self to circumstances makes all ways smooth.

Perhaps. . .love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.

Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.

I adore themes of hope and courage and the ways we find meaning through suffering.

If this power could be used for good, it wouldn't be this power.

The only thing that's changed for me is that I've figured out a new way to do this; when I go to record, I like to do the drums last, if that makes any sense to you.

Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.