I think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and melody.

There is comfort in routine.

So many old and lovely things are stored in the world's attic because we don't want them around us and we don't dare throw them out.

Give me a used Bible and I will, I think, be able to tell you about a man by the places that are edged with the dirt of seeking fingers.

Yes, you will. And I will warn you now that not their blood but your suspicion might build evil in them. They will be what you expect of them…I think when a man finds good or bad in his children he is seeing only what he planted in them after they cleared the womb." "You can’t make a race horse of a pig." "No," said Samuel, "but you can make a very fast pig.

The last clear definite function of men—muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need—this is man.

Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is--and a woman too, I guess.