I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. "Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.

Salutations; it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning

People are, if anything, more touchy about being thought silly than they are about being thought unjust.

The mind travels faster than the pen; consequently, writing becomes a question of learning to make occasional wing shots, bringing down the bird of thought as it flashes by. A writer is a gunner, sometimes waiting in the blind for something to come in, sometimes roaming the countryside hoping to scare something up.

Although there is no substitute for merit in writing, clarity comes closest to being one.

Extreme cold when it first arrives seems to generate cheerfulness and sociability. For a few hours all life's dubious problems are dropped in favor of the clear and congenial task of keeping alive.

No matter what changes take place in the world, or in me, nothing ever seems to disturb the face of spring.