Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

If we will take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures. The great gifts are not got by analysis. Everything good is on the highway. The middle region of our being is the temperate zone.

Fear is an instructor of great sagacity, and the herald of all revolutions.

As a man thinketh, so is he, and as a man chooseth, so is he.

Reality is a sliding door.

Art is evidence of our most creative moment.

Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.