There are two moments worthwhile in writing, the one when you start and the other when you throw it in the waste-paper basket.

Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.

The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps.

Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' You won't believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.

The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.