All change is not growth, as all movement is not forward.
It is human nature to overestimate the thing you’ve never had.
What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.
Words, like acts, become stale when they are repeated.
But there is, I have learned, no permanent escape from the past. It may be an unrecognized law of our nature that we should be drawn back, inevitably, to the place where we have suffered most.
The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.
The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.
As far back as I remember, long before I could write, I had played at making stories. But not until I was seven or more, did I begin to pray every night, “O God, let me write books! Please, God, let me write books!”
Do you know there is always a barrier between me and any man or woman who does not like dogs?
It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.