“You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.”

It takes three or four women to get each man into, through, and out of the world.

Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth’s sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.

I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

Many argue; not many converse.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.

Some stories are so familiar its like going home.

It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.

Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.

Preserve your memories, keep them well, what you forget you can never retell.

I like adventures, and I’m going to find some.

Well, if I can’t be happy, I can be useful, perhaps.

Nothing provokes speculation more than the sight of a woman enjoying herself.

Salt is like good-humor, and nearly every thing is better for a pinch of it.

I like good strong words that mean something.

It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

The more there is, the less I want. The more man flies to the moon, the more I want to look at a tree.

The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.

Would a fly without wings be called a walk?

Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back and reasons to stay.

If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.

Gliders, sail planes, they’re wonderful flying machines. It’s the closest you can come to being a bird.

People ask me if I could fly, I said, yeah – for a little while.