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.

You must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world.

Know you will win and you will win!

Heavy resistance strength training (loads > 85% 1RM) appears to evoke significant gains in maximal eccentric muscle strength.

If you fail to treat the current time you have wisely and with care, it’ll judge you tomorrow harshly since it came to you but you mistreated and abused it.

Thus the negative perception is the triumph of consciousness.

The love of a family is life's greatest blessing

In L.A. summer's blistering heat, I've seen many girls wearing short skirts with Ugg boots. I like the boots, and the short skirts, but I've always wondered, don't their feet get hot?

We are surrounded by abysses, but the greatest of all depths is in our own heart, and an irresistible leaning leads us there. Draw thyself from thyself!

The thunder of false modesty was deafening.

It's the only hallucinogen I know, where if it's made right, the next day, or the day after the experience, you actually feel better than if you hadn't done it.

An author spends months writing a book, and maybe puts his heart's blood into it, and then it lies about unread till the reader has nothing else in the world to do.