Life is an admirable arrangement, isn't it, little mother. It is so clever of it to have June in every year and a morning in every day, let alone things like birds, and Shakespeare, and one's work.

What a blessing it is to love books.

What a blessing it is to love books. Everybody must love something, and I know of no objects of love that give such substantial and unfailing returns as books and a garden.

Well, I for one am unable to imagine how anybody who lives with an intelligent and devoted dog can every be lonely.

There's no safety in love. You risk the whole of life. But the great thing is to risk -to believe, and to risk everything for your belief.

Love isn't decent. Love is glorious and shameless.

And the summer seems as though it would dream on for ever.

I would recommend to those persons who are inclined to stagnate, whose blood is beginning to thicken sluggishly in their veins, to try keeping four dogs, two of which are puppies.

Home is the best place when life begins to wobble.

The longer I live the greater is my respect for manure in all its forms.

... Why, it would really be being unselfish to go away and be happy for a little, because we would come back so much nicer.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.

Instead of trying to hide yourself from the world, make it your signature trait. Make what most people think to be the worst of you become something your proud of.

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING =

I have a lot of respect for the bikers, which I've always had.

I'm embracing the punk. There's so much punk style in everything we do and wear everyday; we just never have the chance to do it all the way.

If you can't make it go away, wait it out.

Man has the supreme knack of deceiving himself; the Englishman is supremest among men.

A man seems never to know what anything means till he has lost it; and this I suppose is the reason why losses--vanishing away of things--are among the teachings of this world of shadows.

Modernity, the child of the Enlightenment, failed when it became apparent that the good society cannot be achieved by unaided reason.

You were first-string running back last year. What happened?” – Coach “Stone’s mouth happened. It needed to be closed, and I was a little too obliging to shut it.” – Nick