Most Of My Inspiration, If That's The

Getting Close To Books, And Spending Time By Myself, I Was Obliged To Think About Things I Would Never Have Thought About If I Was Busy Romping Around With A Brother And Sister.

People Make A Grievous Error Thinking That A List Of Facts Is The Truth. Facts Are Just The Bare Bones Out Of Which Truth Is Made.

The Civil War Defined Us As What We Are And It Opened Us To Being What We Became, Good And Bad Things... It Was The Crossroads Of Our Being, And It Was A Hell Of A Crossroads.

I Think Making Mistakes And Discovering Them For Yourself Is Of Great Value, But To Have Someone Else To Point Out Your Mistakes Is A Shortcut Of The Process.

I Prize The Depression, For Instance, Because I Learned The Value Of Things In The Depression That A Way People Who Don't Have To Worry About Such Things Never Learned To Prize It Really, I Believe.