Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
Category Archive: December 10
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
No matter how brief an encounter you have with anybody, you both change.
I discovered it was easier to carry around a pen than a piano.
I used to get so many letters from students about the ending of ‘Pro Femina.’ So I had a stamp made that said ‘irony, irony, irony’ to put on a postcard and mail it back.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one’s hopes in a pile of broken crockery.
It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.