Charley is a mind-reading dog. There have been many trips in his lifetime, and often he has to be left at home. He knows we are going long before the suitcase has come out, and he paces and worries and whines and goes into a state of mild hysteria.

Trips to fairly unknown regions should be made twice; once to make mistakes and once to correct them.

It requires self-esteem to receive-not self-love but just a pleasant acquaintance and liking for oneself.

People are felt rather than seen after the first few moments.

They's times when how you feel got to be kep' to yourself.

With knowledge there is no hope,... without hope I would sit motionless, rusting like unused armor.

...Samuel rode lightly on top of a book and he balanced happily among ideas the way a man rides white rapids in a canoe. But Tom got into a book, crawled and groveled between the covers, tunneled like a mole among the thoughts, and came up with the book all over his face and hands.