With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

I do not know if I dreamed the turquoise, or if it dreamed me.

I am roused and more alive than all the day before!

He calms the windstorm; The waves of the sea grow quiet.

It is a gift to find universal glory in the mundane.

The storm does not ask what you’ve made—it only asks how deeply you’ve grown.

A straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting.

When you kill someone, you don't just kill who they were, you kill a little bit of everyone who knew them.

There is nothing to write. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years.