On his deathbed he asked for a priest and became a Catholic. That was his wife's religion. It was his own business and none of mine. If you had sentenced one hundred and sixty men to death and seen around eighty of them swing, then maybe at the last minute you would feel the need for some stronger medicine than the Methodists could make.

As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.

But I had not the strength nor the inclination to bandy words with a drunkard. What have you done when you have bested a fool?

If you want anything done right you will have to see to it yourself every time.

You do not think much of me, do you, Cogburn?" "I don't think about you at all when your mouth is closed.

Time just gets away from us.

In the Anthropology Club, as I understood it, you were permitted, if not required, to despise only one thing, and that was your own culture, that of the West.