I wondered if the life that was right for one was ever right for two!

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. I feel as if this tree knows everything I ever think of when I sit here. When I come back to it, I never have to remind it of anything; I begin just where I left off.

Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They don`t leave any lasting scar in the world, and they don`t affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count.

Too much detail is apt, like any other form of extravagance, to become slightly vulgar.

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away.