Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.

Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.

A stricken tree, a living thing, so beautiful, so dignified, so admirable in its potential longevity, is, next to man, perhaps the most touching of wounded objects.

The ideal view for daily writing, hour for hour, is the blank brick wall of a cold-storage warehouse. Failing this, a stretch of sky will do, cloudless if possible.

No one in the United States has the right to own millions of acres of American land, I don't care how they came by it.

Nicknames are fond names. We do not give them to people we dislike.