The difference between a simpleton and an intelligent man, according to the man who is convinced that he is of the latter category, is that the former wholeheartedly accepts all things that he sees and hears while the latter never admits anything except after a most searching scrutiny. He imagines his intelligence to be a sieve of closely woven mesh through which nothing but the finest can pass.

Death and its associates, after the initial shock, produce callousness.

This is my child. I planted it. I saw it grow. I loved it. Don't cut it down.

Life is about making right things and going on.

The difference between a simpleton and an intelligent man, according to the man who is convinced that he is of the latter category, is that the former wholeheartedly accepts all things that he sees and hears while the latter never admits anything except after a most searching scrutiny. He imagines his intelligence to be a sieve of closely woven mesh through which nothing but the finest can pass.

A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth of life.

Society presses upon us all the time. The progress of the last half century is the progress of the frog out of his well.