“I love the Autumn,And yet I cannot sayAll the thoughts and thingsThat make me feel this way.I love walking on the angry shore,To watch the angry sea;Where summer people were before,But now there's only me.I love wood fires at nightThat have a ruddy glow.I stare at the flamesAnd think of long ago.I love the feeling down inside meThat says to run awayTo come and be a gypsyAnd laugh the gypsy way.The tangy taste of apples,The snowy mist at morn,The wanderlust inside youWhen you hear the huntsman's horn.Nostalgia - that's the Autumn, Dreaming through SeptemberJust a million lovely thingsI always will remember.”
“If you cut people off from what nourishes them spiritually, something in them dies.”
“I want to live my life, not record it.”
“Once you can express yourself, you can tell the world what you want from it. . . All the changes in the world, for good or evil, were first brought about by words.”
“There are many little ways to enlarge your child's world. Love of books is the best of all.”
“If you bungle raising your children, I don't think whatever else you do matters very much”
“I am a woman above everything else.”
“One must not let oneself be overwhelmed by sadness. ”
“He didn’t even have the satisfaction of being killed for civil rights... it had to be some silly little Communist. ”