Diamonds are the tears of the poor.
I became a writer because I love books, and I believe in their power.
When what you want is a relationship, and not a person, get a dog.
It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package.
I guess forgiveness, like happiness, isn’t a final destination. You don’t one day get there and get to stay.
You can hold a secret, hold it so far in that it drives nearly every thought and every move you make- your very heartbeat, almost.
Just because it turned out bad, doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant.
The idea of a series of items, following one another docilely, forms the only possible reasonable approach to life if you have to live it with a home and a husband and children, none of whom would dream of following one another docilely.
We need to glance at our problems and stare at Jesus!
What luxury, to be so happy that we can grieve over imaginary lives.
May there not be methods of using explosive energy incomparably more intense than anything heretofore discovered? Might not a bomb no bigger than an orange be found to possess a secret power to destroy a whole block of buildings-nay, to concentrate the force of a thousand tons of cordite and blast a township at a stroke? Could not explosives even of the existing type be guided automatically in flying machines by wireless or other rays, without a human pilot, in ceaseless procession upon a hostile city, arsenal, camp or dockyard?