Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words

Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.

You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.

I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it.

I knew that nobody but a luckless man could ever need a doctor in the face of a cyclone.

Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.

Curiosity is a mistress whose slaves decline no sacrifice.