The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.

With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!

Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!

My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.

Coquetry is the champagne of love.

There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

A few dud universes can really clutter up your basement.

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.", February 25, 1933]

Sometimes it was harder to change the past than it was the future.

If every tool, when ordered, or even of its own accord, could do the work that befits it... then there would be no need either of apprentices for the master workers or of slaves for the lords.

The more natural, the better.

Raise your right palm: We do solemnly swear To stack more dough more calmly this year.

How sweet, the presence of Jesus to the longing, harassed soul! It is instant peace, and balm to every wound.

I constantly looked for motherly protection.

Anything free costs twice as much in the long run or turns out worthless.

Few things are hidden from a quiet child with good eyesight.