because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.

Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.

The world doesn't come to the clever folks, it comes to the stubborn, obstinate, one-idea-at-a-time people.

Great loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it.

having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.

Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.