As far as I have seen, at school...they aimed at blotting out one's individuality.

Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.

Love has as few problems as a motor car. The only problems are the driver, the passengers, and the road.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

If I didn't have my parents to think about I'd have given in my notice a long time ago, I'd have gone up to the boss and told him just what I think, tell him everything I would, let him know just what I feel. He'd fall right off his desk! And it's a funny sort of business to be sitting up there at your desk, talking down at your subordinates from up there, especially when you have to go right up close because the boss is hard of hearing.

My grandfather used to say: Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without being afraid that -not to mention accidents- even the span of a normal happy life may fall far short of the time needed for such a journey.