He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her

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

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.

We cannot live without the Earth or apart from it, and something is shrivelled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.

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

It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. We are tenants, not possessors, lovers and not masters.

Fear is the most easily taught of all lessons, and the fight against terror, real or imagined, is perhaps the history of man's mind.

Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time.

Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.

Readers themselves, I think, contribute to a book. They add their own imaginations, and it is as though the writer only gave them something to work on, and they did the rest.

There is more for us to gain through love than hate.

From quiet homes and first beginning, Out to the undiscovered ends, There's nothing worth the wear of winning, But laughter and the love of friends.

Strike said "Huh" again, thinking about betrayal, about how everything and everybody were just so much smoke.

Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.

We eventually learn that emotional closure is our own action. We can be responsible for it. In any moment, we can choose to open or to close.

Mama sewed the rags together, sewing every piece with love. She made my coat of many colors that I was proud of.

The astral dimensions afford you opportunities to have experiences and gain insights into the structural nature of how dimensions are made up and phased together.

Troublous times, departures from the faith, evil men waxing worse and worse, love waxing cold, are things distinctly predicted.

I don't necessarily think of it as Southern comedy. I just think I'm a comedian and I have a Southern accent.

I wanted to have a Vanna White look alike contest here, the only problem was, most of the girls who showed up look like Betty White.