The heart that gives, gathers.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

The Irish say your trouble is their trouble and your joy their joy? I wish I could believe it; I am troubled, I'm dissatisfied, I'm Irish.

We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.

Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral; he could handle any missile.

Truly as the sun can rot or mend, love can make one bestial or make a beast a man.

Revision is its own reward.