Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.

Love is a moment of stillness that sometimes a word can shatter to pieces. Or love can be a thing that endures, a rich, deep current flowing unending through the years.

If you want the law to leave you alone, keep your hair trimmed and your boots shined.

No man ever raised a monument to a cynic or wrote a poem about a man without faith.

Our libraries are not cloisters for an elite. They are for the people, and if they are not used, the fault belongs to those who do not take advantage of their wealth.

Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him.

Adventure is nothing but a romantic name for trouble.