The first thing I do in any town I come to is ask if it has a bookstore.

Education is hanging around until you've caught on.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

A definite purpose, like blinders on a horse, inevitably narrows its possessor's point of view.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

When work becomes play, and play becomes your work, your life unfolds.

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.