Writing is a form of herding. I herd words into little paragraph-like clusters.

It's really quite simple. Mr. Isinglass robbed my father, destroyed my mother, exiled my brothers, and ruined me. If I catch him asleep I'll kill him. I do hope you like this pudding. I had to ride quite a way to find the plums.

If you want one thing too much it’s likely to be a disappointment. The healthy way is to learn to like the everyday things, like soft beds and buttermilk—and feisty gentlemen.

A bookman’s love of books is a love of books, not merely of the information in them.

If you wait, all that happens is that you get older.

Listening to women ain't the fashion in this part of the country.

It's a fine world, though rich in hardships at times.