“I'm a Nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? There's a pair of us- don't tell!”

“I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!”

“I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?”

“Susie, what shall I do - there is'nt room enough; not half enough, to hold what I was going to say. Wont you tell the man who makes sheets of paper, that I hav'nt the slightest respect for him!”

“Could you tell me how to grow--or is it unconveyed--like Melody--or Witchcraft?”

“I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.”

“When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is 'acquainted with Grief', we listen, for that also is an Acquaintance of our own.”