Read anything I write for the pleasure of reading it. Whatever else you find will be the measure of what you brought to the reading.

If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

Modern life ... is often a mechanical oppression and liquor is the only mechanical relief.

The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.

Bigotry is an odd thing. To be bigoted you have to be absolutely sure you are right and nothing makes that surety and righteousness like continence. Continence is the foe of heresy.

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.

The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never so lost that it can't be found.