Life is a thin narrowness of taken-for-granted, a plank over a canyon in a fog.

Our quilts were more than useful, they had the faint sentimentality of a pressed flower. And no more beauty. We did not value them for their appearance, but for the memories in them, for their good wearing qualities and the thrift they represented.

Nothing whatever but the constitutional law, the political structure, of these United States protects any American from arbitrary seizure of his property and his person, from the Gestapo and the Storm Troops, from the concentration camp, the torture chamber, the revolver at the back of his neck in a cellar.

Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.

I ask myself, 'why am I so lazy?' and am too lazy to reply.

no one in a group of three is the same person he (she, it) is in a group of two. No more than he is the same in a group of two as he is alone.

Constant repetition dulls receptivity.