Where do you think you’re going?” Dr. Nokes demanded…. “What do you have for directions?” And Dad… said, “I have the substance of things hoped for. I have the anticipation of things unseen

We and the world, my children, will always be at war. Retreat is impossible. Arm yourselves.

You can’t kill history. You can’t shoot it with a bullet and watch it recede into whatever lies outside of memory. History is tougher than that—if it’s going to die, it has to die on its own

Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.

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

Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen.

Routine is worry's sly assassin.