I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

Is there a single person on whom I can press belief? No sir. All I can do is say, Here's how it went. Here's what I saw. I've been there and am going back. Make of it what you will.

Of all facial expressions, which is the worst to have aimed at you? Wouldn't you agree it's disgust?

Love is a strange fact - it hopes all things, believes all things, endures all things. It makes no sense at all.

Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature. It's true: They rebut every rule all we good citizens take comfort in. Lazarus obeying orders and climbing up out of the grave - now there's a miracle, and you can bet it upset a lot of folks who were standing around at the time. When a person dies, the earth is generally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of the earth.

Good advice is a wise man's friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave.