A strange species we are, We can stand anything God and nature can throw at us save only plenty. If I wanted to destroy a nation, I would give it too much, and I would have it on its knees, miserable, greedy, sick. --John Steinbeck to Adlai Stevenson

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

I know this... a man got to do what he got to do.

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved.

People need responsibility. They resist assuming it, but they cannot get along without it.

The difficulty of course is that I like women. It is only wives I am in trouble with.

There is no term comparable to green thumbs to apply to such a mechanic, but there should be. For there are men who can look, listen, tap, make an adjustment, and a machine works.