there are times when life's ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed
Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.
Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!
The artist must bow to the monster of his own imagination.
Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.
I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it