No new sect ever had humor; no disciples either, even the disciples of Christ.

Travelers are always discoverers, especially those who travel by air. There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.

The ball of rumor and criticism, once it starts rolling, is difficult to stop.

Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.

Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

... not only is life put in new patterns from the air, but it is somehow arrested, frozen into form. (The leaping hare is caught in a marble panel.) A glaze is put over life. There is no flaw, no crack in the surface; a still reservoir, no ripple on its face. Looking down from the air that morning, I felt that stillness rested like a light over the earth. The waterfalls seemed frozen solid; the tops of the trees were still; the river hardly stirred, a serpent gently moving under its shimmering skin.