pity runs its course. An hour comes when no hand but your own can build your future.

No war can end war except a total war which leaves no human creature on earth. Each war creates the causes of war: hate, desire for revenge and have-nots, desperate with need.

Every door opens to something and it is better to go toward that something than to sit staring at the blank wall of time.

Grief is illness. You cannot breathe; you cannot walk or eat or sleep. The sickness is entire, the body and the spirit.

Inspiration is just one requirement for being a writer. Another is keeping regular working hours.

Destiny is thrifty. To weave her tapestry, she uses even the tiniest snips of thread.

Each husband gets the infidelity he deserves.

There's no privacy for the violently dead.

A country inn is a percolator. News seeps, simmers, and bubbles.

When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers.

That best portion of a good man's life His little nameless unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

The loneliness you get by the sea is personal and alive. It doesn't subdue you and make you feel abject. It's stimulating loneliness.

Though man comes from the dust, sin is not a part of his nature. Man can overcome sin, and through repentance attain to at-one-ment with his Maker.

I didn't come to play. I came to win.

Hopefully I'll be able to mature one of these days, get serious, and at least have them [kids] pretty fast.

People see me laughing and telling jokes, but they had no idea after the show was over, I had no joy in my life, in my heart.

It would be more interesting to learn from children, than try to teach them how to behave, how to live and how to function.

I have enough...and I allow what I already have enough of to flow to me.