One never realizes how much and how little he knows until he starts talking.

The deep sea can be fathomed, but who knows the heart of a woman?

It is an old custom of these people to pick up a stone and toss it on the pile. Perhaps it is a symbolical lightening of the load they carry, perhaps a small offering to the gods of the trails.

Actors, politicians, and writers-all of us are but creatures of the hour. Long-lasting fame comes to but few.

The way I see it, every time a man gets up in the morning he starts his life over. Sure, the bills are there to pay, and the job is there to do, but you don't have to stay in a pattern. You can always start over, saddle a fresh horse and take another trail.

All loose things seem to drift down to the sea, and so did I.

Knowledge is like money: to be of value it must circulate, and in circulating it can increase in quantity and, hopefully, in value.