Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living!

His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him.

You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.

I would rather be ashes than dust.

Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.

Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.

Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span.