When you re-read a classic you do not see in the book more than you did before. You see more in you than there was before.

A ray of light made a rainbow through the mist. [His] words had given her a small glimmer of hope — the kind of hope she thought had disappeared from her life forever.

The best part of the journey is the surprise and wonder along the way.

The hit and run of thoughts on ideas is a havoc.

I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.

What gardening teaches us is that if you plant things, they'll come up. But you have to be willing to wait for them to bear fruit because things are seasonal.

Wine and youth are fire upon fire.

And for him, who lived in a certain circle, and who required some mental activity such as usually develops with maturity, having views was as necessary as having a hat.

I can kind of picture what I want to do and my body just does it. You feel your way through a trick. I close my eyes sometimes.

Every day, I walk with my dog - summer, winter (it gets -20 F in Saint Paul), rain or shine. The nicer the day, of course, the longer the walk.

You are yoked with a lamb, That carries anger as the flint bears fire; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spank, And straight is cold again.