Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?

I'd rather have an inch of a dog than miles of pedigree.

The dreamer dies, but never dies the dream

I'd rather have an inch of dog than miles of pedigree.

Being a cheerful hobbit, he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed.

I long to look at my holiday season with eyes that see the Christ in Christmas.

We were put to Dickens as children but it never quite took. That unremitting humanity soon had me cheesed off.

I think it's only failure if you put the word failure on it. I think it's part of the process of learning where you're going to go and what doesn't work.

A smile appears on the faces of most archaic figures, a happiness of expression seeming to transcend that of human beings.

Love can make the difference-love generously given in childhood and reaching through the awkward years of youth . . . and encouragement that is quick to compliment and slow to criticize.

All my big heroes are literary, writers.

Love is what dreams are made of!

Part of life is learning what to be ashamed of and what to be proud of.

Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.