Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.

The American Dream is about freedom.

When I sit at that typewriter, I have to be frightened of what I'm trying to do. I'm frightened by my own belief that I can actually get a story down on paper.

I never tried to emulate my father. Anyone trying to do that would be a second-rate carbon copy.

When I'm in New York I look at the Empire State Building and feel as though it belongs to me ... or is it vice versa?

Thanksgiving, you know - Thanksgiving - it's like we didn't even try to come up with a tradition. The tradition is we overeat.

I hang out with the nerdy people they have a different sense of humor than most kids.

The common excuse for those bringing misfortune on others is that they desire their good.

Music is a good thing; and after all that soul-butter and hogwash, I never see it freshen up things so, and sound so honest and bully.

Never Let Anyone Come to You Without Coming Away Better and Happier