If you need three adjectives to describe something, then you've probably chosen the wrong something.

Children love to be alone because alone is where they know themselves, and where they dream.

If the sad truth be known, writers, being the misfits we are, probably ought not to belong to families in the first place. We simply are too self-interested, though we may excuse the flaw by calling it 'focused.'

One senses, in all autobiography, a straining toward perfection, perfection of a kind that connects the individual with a cosmic pattern which, because it is perfect in itself, verifies that individuals own potential perfection.

If a man spends enough time in a library, he may actually change his mind. I have seen it happen.

The problem with death is absence

Friends are lights in winter; the older the friend, the brighter the light.