One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.
Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.
I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.
There was no reality to pain when it left one, thought while it held one fast all other realities failed.
You know the public is more easily swayed by persons than by principles.Collection: Principles
The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught.Collection: Sight
Isnt it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried!But when youre with some other ones Its stranger still to find Your thought as thick as fireflies All shiny in your mind!Collection: Tired
There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!Collection: Fire
It's terrible when the weak are also cruel for then we are defenseless against them.Collection: Weakness
No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will, and still some valiant shoot will push, to grow again on such scanty fare as it can find. Only time and the cruel quicklime of fact can destroy that stubborn urgency.Collection: Hope
And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.Collection: Scandal
There was no reality to pain when it left one, though while it held one fast all other realities faded.Collection: Pain
The difference between ambition and discontent is quite a fine line and sometimes it is hard to tell which is which and which you are feeling!Collection: Ambition
I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.Collection: Children
When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit.Collection: Jealousy
no matter how hard and faithfully we may try we can never compensate another for some lack in his or her life.Collection: Trying
A little town is like a lantern. Nothing's hid from sight.Collection: Sight
...his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.Collection: Horse