Being a good neighbor is an art which makes life richer.

Whoever decided that comic valentines were a good idea should have been sent away to think it over.

What would happen if all the populations on the planet simply refused to fight human beings they did not even know?

History records the large events or the general condition of society, but only an individual can put down the way of life in a small town.

Well, any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I'm sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

My general attitude toward life when I first get up is of deep suspicion, verging on hatred. ... I am simply basted together until after breakfast.