I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.

Real love begins where nothing is expected in return.

Only he can understand what a farm is, what a country is, who shall have sacrificed part of himself to his farm or country, fought to save it, struggled to make it beautiful. Only then will the love of farm or country fill his heart.

The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time.

No one is ever satisfied where he is.

You'll be bothered from time to time by storms, fog, snow. When you are, think of those who went through it before you, and say to yourself, 'What they could do, I can do.'

One day, I watched the sun setting forty-four times......You know...when one is so terribly sad, one loves sunsets.