A man who gets few letters does not open one lightly.

Saints can spring from any soil.

Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

The direction of a big act will warp history, but probably all acts do the same in their degree, down to a stone stepped over in the path or the breath caught at sight of a pretty girl or a fingernail nicked in the garden soil.

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

In the streets of New York between seven and nine in the morning you will see the slow procession of dog and downer proceeding from street to tree to hydrant to trash basket. They are apartment dogs. They are taken out twice a day, and, while it is a cliché, it is truly amazing how owner and dog resemble each other. They grow to walk alike and have the same set of head.

Out of all this struggle a good thing is going to grow. That makes it worthwhile.