The very beating of your heart has meaning and purpose. Your actions have value far greater than silver or gold.
The first thing a proprietor learns, and painfully at that, is: Trust is fine, but control is better.
Sunday, the day for the language of leisure.
Every day, a piece of music, a short story, or a poem dies because its existence is no longer justified in our time. And things that were once considered immortal have become mortal again, no one knows them anymore. Even though they deserve to survive.
Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.
Strictly speaking, there are no holidays for art; art pursues you everywhere, and that's just fine with the artist.
Only he who loves and is loved for his own sake can be happy, and what produces that happiness is not so much the sense of sexual communion as of two people being together. . . the sexual act viewed as a whole probably affords less happiness than a totally ordinary kiss or often indeed one simple word from the one you love.
I had seen Adelaide the dearest and the cheapest place to live in.
It's not fear of striking out that makes me reluctant to step up to the plate. It's the fear of getting hit in the head by a 90 mph fastball, the pitcher coming off of the mound to stomp me with her cleats while I am down, the rest of the opposing team rushing out of the dugout hurling insults as they kick me and spit on me, while all along the crowd in the stands is cheering them on and laughing at my failure. So, no, it's not the fear of striking out that keeps me from stepping up to the plate.
How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf.
The Gospel of Jesus Christ can make bad men good and good men better, can alter human nature, and can change human lives.