It’s a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.

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.

Texas has a tight cohesiveness perhaps stronger than any other section of America.

It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge intime, toprotest againstchange, particularlychangefor the better.

I believe that love cannot be bought except with love.

Failure is a state of mind. It's like one of those sand traps an ant lion digs. You keep sliding back. Takes one hell of a jump to get out of it.

Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.