Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.

This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.

... sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.

I believe we should all know each other, we human carriers of so many pleasurable differences. To not know is to doubt, to shrink from, sidestep or destroy.

We don't ask a flower any special reason for its existence. We just look at it and are able to accept it as being something different from ourselves.

She was afraid to suggest to him that to most people, nothing "happens." That most people merely live from day to day until they die. That, after he had been dead a year, doubtless fewer than five people would think of him oftener than once a year. That there might even come a year when no one on earth would think of him at all.

Truth-tellers are not always palatable. There is a preference for candy bars.