your soul is an inner something that is another you and hardly anybody knows what it's really thinkin' except you.

Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice.

Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. We are uncommonly and marvelously intricate in thought and action, our problems are most complex and, too often, silently borne.

Thoughts can hurt like real pain.

Zis and zat' when uttered by the French is considered charming, but 'dis and dat' as an Africanism is ridiculed as gross and ugly.

It becomes almost second nature to be on guard against the creative pattern of our own thought.

I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.