I don't make mistakes. I make prophecies which immediately turn out to be wrong.
Telescopes and binoculars endanger the ever-distant sublime.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.
Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.
Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
Growing maturity is marked by the increasing liberties we take with our travelling. . . we made the discovery (some people never make it) that real books can be taken on a journey and that hours of golden reading can so be added to its other delights.
The time has come for justice at the ballot box, and justice in the courts, and justice in the legislative halls, and justice in the governor's office.
The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance of the moon that looks down upon the resorts of summer time. Wise, ripe, and portly, like an old Bacchus, it waxes night after night.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!