Peace - that was the other name for home.

We can't give our children the future, strive though we may to make it secure. But we can give them the present.

Each and every one of us has one obligation, during the bewildered days of our pilgrimage here: the saving of his own soul, and secondarily and incidentally thereby affecting for good such other souls as come under our influence.

In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.

Friendship is an art, and very few persons are born with a natural gift for it.

Maybe the desert wisdom of the Dakotas can teach us to love anyway, to love what is dying, in the face of death, and not pretend that things are other than they are. The irony and wonder of all of this is that it is the desert's grimness, its stillness and isolation, that brings us back to love.

Just the knowledge that a good book is waiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.