My friends have made the story of my life.

There is in the blind as in the seeing an Absolute which gives truth to what we know to be true, order to what is orderly, beauty to the beautiful, touchableness to what is tangible.

I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.

Everybody talks, nobody listens. Good listeners are as rare as white crows.

Be happy. Talk happiness.

Trying to write is very much like trying to put a Chinese puzzle together. We have a pattern in mind which we wish to work out in words; but the words will not fit the spaces, or, if they do, they will not match the design.

I, for one, love strength, daring, fortitude. I do not want people to kill the fight in them; I want them to fight for right things.