As with many people, Charles, who could not talk, wrote with fullness. He set down his loneliness and his perplexities, and he put on paper many things he did not know about himself.

I wonder why it is that when I plan a route too carefully, it goes to pieces, whereas if I blunder along in blissful ignorance aimed in a fancied direction I get through with no trouble.

There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.

If a man ordered a beer milk shake, he thought, he'd better do it in a town where he wasn't known.

Doc tips his hat to dogs as he drives by and the dogs look up and smile at him.