It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.

Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person. That is natural.

Let the sun go down on you like King Harold at the battle of Hastings — fighting gloriously. Maybe a loser but what a loser! Greater in defeat than the conqueror. Certainly not a coward that rusted out lurking in his tent.

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.