When I was young they used to say people only threw stones at the tree that was loaded with fruit.

And scandal has a way of catching up with those who disregard its power.

One of the pleasantest things about book writing is that sometimes it brings one in touch with old friends.

...his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.

I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.

You know the public is more easily swayed by persons than by principles.

A little town is like a lantern. Nothing's hid from sight.