The truth is I've got the land on my back, an' it's drivin' me. Land is a hard driver.

idealism, that gaudy coloring matter of passion, fades when it is brought beneath the trenchant white light of knowledge. Ideals, like mountains, are best at a distance.

I'm not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.

What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being.

The world of the egotist is, inevitably, a narrow world, and the boundaries of self are limited to the close horizon of personality.... But, within this horizon, there is room for many attributes that are excellent.

I never saw the man yet that came out of politics as clean as he went into 'em.

To seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality.