The real lost souls don't wear their hair long and play guitars. They have crew cuts and trained minds, sign on for research in biological warfare, and don't give their parents a moment's worry.

To say that these men paid their shillings to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that Hamlet is so much paper and ink.

A loving wife will do anything for her husband except stop criticizing him and trying to improve him.

Public opinion polls are rather like children in a garden, digging things up all the time to see how they're growing.

To put failure behind you, face up to it.

Write as often as possible, not with the idea at once of getting into print, but as if you were learning an instrument.

We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.