Grandpa Says We've Got Everything

To Drink For Pleasure May Be A Distraction, But To Drink From Misery Is Always A Danger.

Surely The Novel Should Be A Form Of Art - But Art Was Not Enough. It Must Contain Not Only The Perfection Of Art, But The Imperfection Of Nature.

The Things I Feared Were Not In The Sky, But In The Nature And In The Touch Of Humanity. The Cruelty Of Children . . . The Blindness Of The Unpitiful - These Were My Terrors. But Not The Crash Of Thunder Overhead, Not The Bolts Of Fire From The Clouds.

All Change Is Not Growth, As All Movement Is Not Forward.

I Have Little Faith In The Theory That Organized Killing Is The Best Prelude To Peace.