Maybe what I admired most about John Steinbeck is that he never mortgaged his 45-acre heart for a suite in an ivory tower.

But words are vain; reject them all—  They utter but a feeble part: Hear thou the depths from which they call,  The voiceless longing of my heart.

She considered hypothesis 3 to be quite unlikely, since she didn’t feel the least bit psychopathic, but included it in the list out of respect for the scientific method.

Nurse, if she didn’t have more money than any person ought to have, you might be tempted to call it senile dementia. As it is, she is in for a rest and a check-up.

Written By Robert A. Heinlein

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