Sometimes thought Liir-his first thought in weeks and weeks-sometimes I hate this marvelous land of ours. It's so much like home, and then it holds out on you.

Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met

In the end, all disguises must drop.

Under every roof, a story, just as behind every brow, a history

To grow a melody?" "You can't grow a melody on purpose, ” she said, and slyly added, “you have to plant an accidental.

By so giving up, of course, it renews itself- that is the secret

My books are my brain and my heart made visible.

I love deeply and daringly.

The mind is a miraculous mirror through which we see the world, but it can also see from within.

Drown those degrading thoughts.

Confidence comes with maturity, being more accepting of yourself.

As long as I can stay competitive and have fun doing what I'm doing, I guess I'll keep doing it.

The fence around a cemetery is foolish, for those inside can't come out and those outside don't want to get in.

I have lived one hundred years; and I die with the consolation of never having thrown the slightest ridicule upon the smallest virtue.

I'm sorry if this all seems a little rushed and desperate. It is.

When my eye rested on an arid height, spirit partook of the barrenness. - Heartily wish Niebuhr & Strauss to the dogs. The deuce take their penetration & acumen. They have robbed us of the bloom.