This also- that I live, I consider a gift of God.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.

There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.

I'm not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I'm thrilled to death with life. Life is - the way God has given it to me was just a platter - a golden platter of life…

'If I were to say 'God, why me?' about the bad things, then I should have said 'God, why me?' about the good things that happened in my life.'

Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough. [The last sentence of the short story 'State Fair' found in the book Leavin…