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To cease to love -- that is defeat.
Women are used to worrying over trifles.
Resentment opens no door and breeds no courage.
It is through suppression that hells are formed in us.
Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.
Humility's a real thing - not just a fine name for laziness.
Strength diminishes when it seems we are spending it in vain.
Love always, in one way or another, means pain as well as joy.
Be the most you can be, so life will be more because you were.
Not having children makes less work-but it makes a quiet house.
A clock is a little machine that shuts us out from the wonder of time.
That's the worst of a war--you have to go on hearing about it so long.
As I grow older, I think friendship between women is a thing to cherish.
... you can't put out a light just because it may light the wrong person.
Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end.
Chicago is many things to many people, and to me, it is a place where you can write.
We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.
They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words.
The biggest stories are written about the things which draw human beings closer together.
Those who never sail stormy waters are the quickest and harshest judges of bad seamanship.
I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.
I go about in the world - free, busy, happy. Among people, I have no time to think of myself.
We're all made of the same kind of stuff, and there's none of us made of stuff that's flawless.
What men have thought about life in the past is less important than what you feel about it to-day.
I am glad I worked on a newspaper because it made me know I had to write whether I felt like it or not.
Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.
There is good and there is bad in every human heart, and it is the struggle of life to conquer the bad with the good.
Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.
We are living now. We shall not live long. No one should tell us we shall live again. This is our little while. This is our chance.
The only man who knows just what he thinks at the present moment is the man who hasn't done any new thinking in the past ten years.
What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.
The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.
Im an American. Weve translated democracy and brotherhood and equality into enterprise and opportunity and success - and thats getting Americanised.
Some days are happy days - of themselves, as if for their own sakes. They seem to be enjoying themselves, regardless of what use may be made of them.
I'm an American. We've translated democracy and brotherhood and equality into enterprise and opportunity and success - and that's getting Americanised.
What is a clock? Something agreed upon and arbitrarily imposed upon us. Standard time. Not true time. Symbolizing the whole standardization of our lives.
Most of the people of this world are coated round and round with self-esteem, and they're afraid to admit any understanding of the things which aren't good.
There's one form of immortality I like to think about. It's that all those who from the very first have given anything to the world are living in the world to-day.
We don't see the Bible as it is itself. We see it in relation to a lot of people who surround it. And because we don't care for some of them, we think we shouldn't care for it.
But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?
I live by the sea, but the body of water I have the most feeling about is the Mississippi River, where I used to row and skate, ride on the ferry in childhood, watch the logs or just dream.
I'm not sure I would be a good godmother. I have read about it, and I found that the godmother's position is to take care of the morals of the child. I don't know how good I would be at that.
In writing ... remember that the biggest stories are not written about wars, or about politics, or even murders. The biggest stories are written about the things which draw human beings closer together.
I often think of the different ways Goethe and Darwin got at evolution. Goethe had the poetic conception of it all right; Darwin worked it out step by step. Who's ahead? And which has any business scoffing at the other?
For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.
We all have a fight - some an easy one, and some a big one, and if you have formed the idea that there is a kind of dividing line in the world, and that on the one side is the good, and on the other side the bad, why, all I can say is that you have a wrong notion of things.
Declining to go to church with my parents in the morning, I would ostentatiously set out for the Monist Society in the afternoon, down an obscure street which it seemed a little improper to be walking on, as everything was closed for Sunday, upstairs through a sort of side entrance over a saloon.
I admire Virginia Woolf so much that I wonder why I don't like her more. She makes the inner things real, she does illumine, and she makes relationships realities as well as people. But I remember the intensity, the thrill, with which I read 'Passage to India.' How I would have hated anyone who took the book away from me.
I would supplant the ox with the automobile and pave instead of plowing the fields. 1 have a theory that if a corn field were paved, leaving out a brick for each hill, it would increase the yield, do away entirely with the mud, and give the farmer plenty of time to meditate on lofty subjects. That is only one theory. I have many others.