Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.

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

war is a thug's game. The thug strikes first and harder. He doesn't go by rules and he isn't afraid of hurting people.

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.

To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.

The nice thing about really intelligent people is that when you talk with them they make you feel intelligent too.

I am very fond of the oyster shell. It is humble and awkward and ugly. It is slate-colored and unsymmetrical. Its form is not primarily beautiful but functional. I make fun of its knobbiness. Sometimes I resent its burdens and excrescences. But its tireless adaptability and tenacity draw my astonished admiration and sometimes even my tears. And it is comfortable in its familiarity, its homeliness, like old garden gloves when have molded themselves perfectly to the shape of the hand. I do not like to put it down. I will not want to leave it.