Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.

He had an idea that even when beaten he could steal a little victory by laughing at defeat.

Up ahead they's a thousan' lives we might live, but when it comes it'll on'y be one.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.

A writer lives in awe of words, for they can be cruel or kind, and they can change their meanings right in front of you. They pick up flavors and odors like butter in a refrigerator.

But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed - because 'Thou mayest.