Honor Is The Presence Of God In

It Is The Secret Life That Sustains Me Now, And As I Reach The Top Of That Bridge I Say It In A Whisper, I Say It As A Prayer, As Regret, And As Praise. I Can't Tell You Why I Do It Or What It Means, But Each Night When I Drive Toward My Southern Home And My Southern Life, I Whisper These Words: 'lowenstein, Lowenstein.

The World Of Literature Has Everything In It, And It Refuses To Leave

My Soul Found Ease And Rest In The Companionship Of Books.

Happiness Is An Accident Of Nature, A Beautiful And Flawless Aberration.

Anyone Who Knows Me Well Must Understand And Be Sympathetic To My Genuine Need To Be My Own Greatest Hero. It Is Not A Flaw Of Character; It Is A Catastrophe.