The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of this world'd luxuries, king by grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took: we know it because she repented.

My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions or its officeholders. The country is the real thing, the substantial thing, the eternal thing; it is the thing to watch over, and care for, and be loyal to; institutions are extraneous, they are its mere clothing, and clothing can wear out, become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease, and death.

...mastery of the art and spirit of the Germanic language enables a man to travel all day in one sentence without changing cars.

I do not wish any reward but to know I have done the right thing.

Experience, the only logic sure to convince a diseased imagination and restore it to rugged health.

It used to be a good hotel, but that proves nothing - I used to be a good boy.

Do one thing every day you don't want to do.