I now remembered that Mrs. Todd had told me one day that Captain Littlepage had overset his mind with too much reading.

Tact is after all a kind of mind reading.

Look bravely up into the sky, And be content with knowing That God wished for a buttercup Just here, where you are growing.

My childhood is very vivid to me, and I don't feel very different now from the way I felt then. It would appear I am the very same person, only with wrinkles.

A story should be managed so that it should suggest interesting things to the reader instead of the author's doing all the thinking for him, and setting it before him in black and white.

The growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair.

I've found that people who look at things as they are, and not as they wish them to be, are the ones who succeed.

It seems to me like stealing, for men and women to live in the world and do nothing to make it better.

When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.

The warm sun kissed the earthTo consecrate thy birth,And from his close embraceThy radiant faceSprang into sight,A blossoming delight.

In the life of each of us there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness.

say what you feeldon't hold back because if you don't you will regret it

You have to let go of those feelings, Ra. Anger, fear, regret. It’s the only way you can forgive yourself and love again.

All means prove but blunt instruments, if they have not behind them a living spirit.

I live in L.A. - I love L.A., first off - but I didn't realize how much better the air quality was in Vancouver until I went back to L.A. for a weekend and I literally felt like I was breathing fire.

I try to tell each group that it is not alone, and that the very people who are disheartened by the absence of a national movement are themselves proof of the potential for such a movement.

Affirmative action was always racial justice on the cheap.

There was no racism; there was no problem [in Mecca].

Make not Christ a liar in distrusting His promise.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.