As the wine went down in the bottles, patriotism arose in the three men.
An answer is invariably the parent of a great family of new questions.
All great and precious things are lonely.
Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.
A plan is a real thing, and things projected are experienced. A plan once made and visualized becomes a reality along with other realities—never to be destroyed but easily to be attacked.
A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers.
A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.
A man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, and then steps in it.
A man is a lonely thing.
A little hope, even hopeless hope, never hurt anybody.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.