Woman: the peg on which the wit hangs his jest, the preacher his text, the cynic his grouch and the sinner his justification.
Action is coarsened thought; thought becomes concrete, obscure, and unconscious.
Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are travelling the dark journey with us. Oh be swift to love, make haste to be kind.
There is no respect for others without humility in one's self.
Learn to. . . be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not.
Civilization is first of all a moral thing. Without truth, respect for duty, love of neighbor, and virtue, everything is destroyed. The morality of a society is alone the basis of civilization.
Work while you have the light. You are responsible for the talent that has been entrusted to you.
I do fish. I think there is a connection between thinking and fishing mostly because you spend a lot of time up to your waist in water without a whole lot to keep your mind busy.
What I say goes. I'm hitting shots that I want to hit. I'm doing the things that I want to do. I play it my way.
One evening when I had my wood-burning stove going I realized I hadn't thought of dessert.
So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness and poetic differentness to your delicately flat little bosom. You said: she's to good to forget. How about making her a friend and competitor — you could learn alot from her. So you'll try. So maybe she'll laugh in your face. So maybe she'll beat you hollow in the end. So anyhow, you'll try, and maybe, possibly, she can stand you. Here's hoping!