A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.

We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.

Riches seem to come to the poor in spirit, the poor in interest and joy. To put it straight - the very rich are a poor bunch of bastards

There are no ugly questions except those clothed in condescension.

No one wants advice - only corroboration.

It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

It is the nature of a person as he/she grows older to protest against change, particularly changes for the better.