“How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.”

“But you have gone now, all of you that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind. So how are you dead, my brothers and sisters, and all of you , when you live with me as surely as I live with myself.”

“How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.”

“Hard it is to suffer through stupid people. They make you feel sorry for them, and if your sorrow is as great as your hurt, you will allow them to go free of punishment, for their eyes are the eyes of dogs that have done wrong and know it, and are afraid.”

“And under my breath I was telling it to hisht and for shame, and if I had known any swearing I would have had that in, too.”

“I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.”

“Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery into peace and contentment.”