Mama says love is a sickness of the heart. Only the weak fall under its spell.

How can one fight for a love that acts as the enemy?

Maybe Grodzenski was showing me, with his quiet pride, the reason he hummed a little while he worked.

Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may rise and rejoice among the branches.

The only limitations one has, are the ones they place on themselves

Money is for making things happen.

This country maintains that there is no political prisoners, that everybody is criminals, but it's just not true.

No one loves his country for its size or eminence, but because it's his own.

Leaders have followers, managers have employees. Managers make widgets, leaders make change.

What sweet delight a quiet life affords.

You can write a great book and be ignored. Literary history is full of classics that were under-appreciated in their own time.