They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.
When a man keeps beating me to the draw mentally, he begins to get glamorous.
The game of keeping what one has is never so exciting as the game of getting.
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
Friendship is a mysterious and ocean-bottom thing. Who can know the outer ranges of it? Perhaps no human being has ever explored its limits.
You have no idea, sir, how difficult it is to be the victim of benevolence.