Really, all you need to become a good knitter are wool, needles, hands, and slightly below-average intelligence. Of course superior intelligence, such as yours and mine, is an advantage.

Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn't hurt the untroubled spirit either.

For people allergic to wool, one's heart can only bleed.

Knit on with confidence and hope through all crises.

Now, let us all take a deep breath and forge on into the future; knitting at the ready.

Really, handknitting is a dreamy activity, built into many people's thumbs and fingers by genes already there, itching to display their skills and achievement possibilities.

One tends to give one's fingers too little credit for their own good sense.

One un-vents something; one unearths it; one digs it up; one runs it down in whatever recesses of the eternal consciousness it has gone to ground.

I can knit. I knit all year, day in, day out. It is my passion, and I rarely knit the same thing twice the same way.

I know that spinning sets me in a trance; it soothes me and charges my batteries at the same time. When times are tough I sit down to spin during the news-broadcasts, with therapeutic results.

I accept the blissful gifts of beautiful flowers and plants.

Men are destined to love woman, not to expect love but just to love them.

Ideas are like wandering sons. They show up when you least expect them.

The crowds themselves are meaningless. The thing that counts is what happens to the hearts of the people.

A prudent consideration for Number One.

We all take a beating every day, you know, one way or another.

Win for yourself that which your fathers have won.

The penalty may be removed, the crime is eternal.

I don't feel like my speed or my power or my desire to play this game has diminished at all.

Let women figure out why they won't sleep with you. Don't do their work for them.