Destiny is thrifty. To weave her tapestry, she uses even the tiniest snips of thread.

Destiny is thrifty. To weave her tapestry, she uses even the tiniest snips of thread.

A country inn is a percolator. News seeps, simmers, and bubbles.

Grief is illness. You cannot breathe; you cannot walk or eat or sleep. The sickness is entire, the body and the spirit.

pity runs its course. An hour comes when no hand but your own can build your future.

The newer education put stress on culture ... Saturday mornings, the young were brushed and washed, forced into blue cheviot suits, and dragged to children's concerts to learn appreciation. They wriggled, squirmed, counted the light bulbs in the ceiling, dived under seats to gather ticket stubs, stampeded out at intermissions. The weakness of their bladders was astounding.

No war can end war except a total war which leaves no human creature on earth. Each war creates the causes of war: hate, desire for revenge and have-nots, desperate with need.