. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .

Not to find pleasure in serious reading gives a pastel coloring to the mind.

There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things

The heart has no wrinkles.

We are never satisfied with having done well; and in endeavoring to do better, we do much worse.

If we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives.

When I step into this library, I cannot understand why I ever step out of it.

There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.

I dislike clocks with second-hands; they cut up life into too small pieces.

I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.

... we ought to be astonished at nothing; for what do we not meet with in our journey through life?

Beyond the curve of his days he glimpsed neither superhuman happiness nor eternity--happiness was human, eternity ordinary.

I had to develop the mentality and stay positive about making my comeback.

I've come to the conclusion that everybody should marry, including me.

Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.

Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back to the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb.

Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.

There is, in the heart, the hard-rendering profit. As if we were plucking the leaves from the trees.

Up until the time I was 14 years old, I was sure that I was going to be a big-league baseball player. But that dream came to a rude awakening when I got cut from my high school baseball team.

I still feel like I can play defense at first base at a very high level

There was an honorable tradition of using anonymous sources that was ruined by Jayson Blair.