The way you can recognize to what you are committed to is by your actual results. What you have gotten in life is a direct result (good or bad) to what you have been committed to.

Faith is a reality and it reaches out to facts that are more solid, more real, more substantial, and more eternal than anything registered by our physical senses.

It's thrilling. There's birth and death and frustration and victory in raising horses. It's like a little microcosm of life is built into the short lives of these creatures.

When I'm writing a novel, I'm dealing with a double life. I live in the present at the same time that I live in the past with my characters. It is this that makes a novelist so eccentric and unpleasant.

My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.

It's been a great adventure, everything I hoped for. But it's time to go home. I miss my family. I miss the Earth.

There is a certain phase in the life of the aged when the warmth of the heart seems to increase in direct proportion with the years.