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

I've seen public opinion shift like the wind and put out the very fire it lighted.

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

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

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

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

There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!