“I am not contain'd between my hat and my boots.”
“I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots,”
“A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.”
“In my garden I spend my days, in my library I spend my nights. My interests are divided between my geraniums and my books. With the flower I am in the present; with the book I am in the past.”
“... I am with fire between my teeth and still nothing but my blank page.”
“Finally I went and found my hat and skewered it on my head with a four-inch hat pin. I wore the hat because I knew my mother never visited without one. The pin I thought would be a comfort in case of emergency.”