He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure.

I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.

Nearly everyone has his box of secret pain.

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.

In writing, habit seems to be a much stronger force than either willpower or inspiration.

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.

We have not known a single great scientist who could not discourse freely and interestingly with a child. Can it be that haters of clarity have nothing to say, have observed nothing, have no clear picture of even their own fields?