It is not necessarily those lands which are the most fertile or most favored in climate that seem to me the happiest, but those in which a long struggle of adaptation between man and his environment has brought out the best qualities of both.

Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.

To approach the stranger is to invite the unexpected, release a new force, let the genie out of the bottle. It is to start a new train of events that is beyond your control.

Again I must remind you that a dog's a dog-a cat's a cat.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.

...the still point in a turning world.