
Doorbells are like a magic game,
Or the grab-bag at a fair
You never know when you hear one ring
Who may be waiting there.

I used to think I had ambition ... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.

I've seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted.

His hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.

There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.

A little town is like a lantern. Nothing's hid from sight.

No matter how hard and faithfully we may try we can never compensate another for some lack in his or her life.

When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit.

It's terrible when the weak are also cruel for then we are defenseless against them.

There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.

Affections cannot be stolen, madam. They are given freely or not at all.

The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught.

One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.

The difference between ambition and discontent is quite a fine line and sometimes it is hard to tell which is which and which you are feeling!

Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.