A book is somehow sacred. A dictator can kill and maim people, can sink to any kind of tyranny and only be hated, but when books are burned the ultimate in tyranny has happened. This we cannot forgive.

Maybe it's true that we are all descended from the restless, the nervous, the criminals, the arguers and brawlers, but also the brave and independent and generous. If our ancestors had not been that, they would have stayed in their home plots in the other world and starved over the squeezed-out soil.

He learned that when people are very poor they still have something to give and the impulse to give it.

In nature two things do not occur-the wheel and good taste.

All we got is the family unbroke.

for how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.

Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.