I have a theory that I did most of my observing probably before I was twenty, stored it, and am still drawing on it.

If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.

ideas are never scarce; it is only one's panic sense of limitation that blocks the way.

I have a theory that I did most of my observing probably before I was twenty, stored it, and am still drawing on it.

We can never lose anything that is good, never lose love or the memories of great happiness because they are true.

Weep if you must Parting is hell But life goes on So sing as well.

There is no such thing as the pursuit of happiness, but there is the discovery of joy.