Maturity, the way I understand it, is knowing what your limitations are.

I do not say that children at war do not die like men, if they have to die. To their everlasting honor and our everlasting shame, they do die like men, thus making possible the manly jubilation of patriotic holidays. But they are murdered children all the same.

Big, undreamed-of things — the people on the edge see them first.

There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.

One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the Universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.

I just don't think people get off on language anymore. Language used to be an elevated art. It used to be for people what music can be. But people don't learn to do that anymore, so eloquence is merely a matter of waste. Who needs a good vocabulary and proper English? Eloquence - it's dead and who needs it?

Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.