A book is a part of life, a manifestation of life, just as much as a tree or a horse or a star. It obeys its own rhythms, its own ...laws, whether it be a novel, a play, or a diary. The deep, hidden rhythm of life is always there--that of the pulse, the heart beat.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A speech is poetry: cadence, rhythm, imagery, sweep! A speech reminds us that words, like children, have the power to make dance t...he dullest beanbag of a heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is just a job like any other job. I do it the best I can. It's never enough but I do it. When I go home, I don't take this st...uff with me, I leave it outside. But you, the way you carry it around inside, you must like it! Maybe you think that makes you a good cop. The way you're going you won't be good to anybody! Not even yourself! Somebody had to tell you. To get anything out of this life, you got to put something in it. From the heart!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend b...ecomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »