The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a wreath of magnolia leaves.

When a wave of love takes over a human being... such an exaltation takes him that he knows he has put his finger on the pulse of the great secret and the great answer.

A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the women he couldn't

No man should have proprietary rights over land who does not use that land wisely and lovingly.

A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one

Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.