Be humble, be big in mind and soul, be kindly; you will like yourself that way and so will other people
Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color.
Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.
Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.
Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true. . . we call it history.
Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.
Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met
Oh, this faithless world! Someone must deliver them. You. If not you, who? You have been saved for a reason. Show them the old demons. Remind them of their fear. Apathy is death. Without darkness, there is no light. Without evil, there is no good. Make them choose. Dark or light. Where is the fear? Where are the heroes? If not now, when?
A miser grows rich by seeming poor. An extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich.
Ford used to come to work in a big car with two Admiral's flags, on each side of the car. His assistant would be there with his accordion, playing, Hail to the Chief.
I was always worried about the dishonesty and meretriciousness that often accompanies ego. So I tried to make the memoir as factual and accurate and as unemotional as I could, and let readers make their own judgments on what happened. And, in fact, that's how I write poetry. I'm trying to present the reader with the experience itself, not with my commentary on it. So I adopted a style that I'd hoped would let me accomplish that.