I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
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Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
She used to drag her mattress besider her low window and lie awake for a long while, vibrating with excitement, as a machine vibrates from speed. Life rushed in upon her through that window – or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within, not from without.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.
There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.