There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters.

You have to get over the color green; you have to quit associating beauty with gardens and lawns; you have to get used to an inhuman scale; you have to understand geological time.

Talent can't be taught, but it can be awakened.

The brook would lose its song if we removed the rocks.

We do not write what we know; we write what we want to find out.

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

You can't retire to weakness -- you've got to learn to control strength.