No, one couldn't make a revolution, one couldn't even start a riot, with sheep that asked only for better browsing.

A farmer's got to be born, same as a fool. You can't make a corn pone out of flour dough by the twistin' of it.

It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.

Surely one of the peculiar habits of circumstances is the way they follow, in their eternal recurrence, a single course. If an event happens once in a life, it may be depended upon to repeat later its general design.

Dignity is an anachronism.

True goodness is an inward grace, not an outward necessity.

The hardest thing to believe when you're young is that people will fight to stay in a rut, but not to get out of one.