When you negate someone’s compliment, you are telling them they are wrong. You’re telling them they wasted their time.
The course of true love never did run smooth. (“A Midsummer Night’s Dream”)
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. (“I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”)
One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood.
I do not say that intercommunication between the living and the dead is impossible.
So far I have never on any occasion, in all the seances I have attended, seen anything which would lead me to credit a mediumistic performance with supernatural aid, nor have I seen anything which has convinced me that it is possible to communicate with those who have passed out of this life.
I’ve only ever learned things through experience, reading real books or talking to old people.
I’m really not so good with the living. But a refrigerated archive full of brittle missionary letters? I’m home.
I wanted to be a playwright, and wrote a play called “Martin Luther.” The trouble was that no one in my family talked. Eugene O’Neill’s family suffered, but they talked. That effort was hopeless from the start.
A lot of people try to say Yogi-isms. I don’t even know I say them myself.