Unused Ability, Like Unused Muscles, Will Atrophy.

Usefulness, Whatever Form It May Take, Is The Price We Should Pay For The Air We Breathe And The Food We Eat And The Privilege Of Being Alive.

The Only Things One Can Admire At Length Are Those One Admires Without Knowing Why.

No Writing Has Any Real Value Which Is Not The Expression Of Genuine Thought And Feeling.

There Is No More Precious Experience In Life Than Friendship. And I Am Not Forgetting Love And Marriage As I Write This; The Lovers, Or The Man And Wife, Who Are Not Friends Are But Weakly Joined Together. One Enlarges His Circle Of Friends Through Contact With Many People. One Who Limits Those Contacts Narrows The Circle And Frequently His Own Point Of View As Well.

There Is A Desire For Progress In The Hearts Of All Men, And It Is The Sense Of Frustration And Inability To Move Forward That Brings Violent Revolution.