Writers talk too much.

Haven't you lived in the South long enough to know that nothing is ever anybody's fault?

You can't recover from what you do not understand.

It's a sad day when you find out that it's not accident or time or fortune, but just yourself that kept things from you.

I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions, even though I long ago came to the conclusion that I was not a political person and could have no comfortable place in any political group.

The happy problem of our time - longer life.

If you are willing to take the punishment, you're halfway through the battle. That the issues may be trivial, the battle ugly, is another point.