I've seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted.
There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.
One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.
I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.
Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.
In the morning, very early,
That's the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning-O!
On a summer morning!
That is when the birds go by
Up the sunny slopes of air,
And each rose has a butterfly
Or a golden bee to wear;
And I am glad in every toe
Such a summer morning-O!
Such a summer morning!