You know a person cannot live at a high pitch of emotion, the feelings become dulled by a natural, unconscious effort at self-preservation. You
Yesterday afternoon I went with Rose and Gillette down to the beach. At Land's End I had my first view of the Pacific Ocean.
I too long sometimes for the prairies but S. Dakota has changed so much it is a disappointment when we go back. I think going back anywhere is apt to disillusion anyone. With
But the real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures and to be cheerful and have courage when things go...
In an era when letter writing is a diminished art, we have an opportunity to share this historical and literary treasure trove in The Selected Letters of Laura Ingalls Wilder. This book is both a...
Clara Webber commented on the bond that Wilder people forge: I always instantly like any admirer of the Little House books!
It is possible to learn the will of nature from the things in which we do not differ from each other. For example, when someone else's little slave boy breaks his cup we are ready to say, It's one of...
I'll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who'll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.
In the midst of life we are in death
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you squarely in the eye and said he would rather die than be killed in combat
In times of struggle, there are as many reasons not to read as there are to breathe. Don't you have bigger things to do? Reading, let alone re-reading, is the terrain of milquetoasts and mopey...
Just the other day the AP wire had a story about a man from Arkansas who entered some kind of contest and won a two-week vacation--all expenses paid--wherever he wanted to go. Any place in the world:...
Is it not the case that many a life journey starts out in the opposite direction to its destiny?
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally...
The tension of opposites
All I was afraid of is saying good-bye.
Natural talents begin to blossom early, but they get nipped in the bud by what I call "the parent, the peer group and the professor" who tell us we should be concentrating on something like computers...
We are all sleeping avatars of God, with amnesia.
It's not contagious, you know. Death is as natural as life. It's part of the deal we made.
As for LSD, I highly recommend it. We had a fine, wild weekend and no trouble at all. The feeling it produces is hard to describe. 'Intensity' is a fair word for it. Try half a cube at first, just sit...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.
Germany. If Churchill imagined, however, that a living Lawrence might have played a signal role in meeting that danger, he was surely mistaken. As Lawrence himself had been trying to tell the world...
Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.
You see things; you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?
Alcohol provokes stupidity; opium provokes wisdom.
The heart is a place of secrets...
I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.
You are born into your first one. Your mother plays the lead. She shares the stage with your father and siblings. Or perhaps your father is absent, an empty stool under a spotlight. But he is still a...
This is how you start to get respect, by offering something that you have.
The secret is not to make your music louder, but to make the world quieter.
I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear>
Everyone was always very friendly toward him, and no one was ever very nice; everyone spoke to him, and no one ever said anything.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....