. . . this rage - I have never forgotten it - contained every anger, every revolt I had ever felt in my life - the way I felt when I saw the black dog hunted, the way I felt when I watched old Uncle Henry taken away to the almshouse, the way I felt whenever I had seen people or animals hurt for the pleasure or profit of others.

... beauty, like ecstasy, has always been hostile to the commonplace. And the commonplace, under its popular label of the normal,has been the supreme authority for Homo sapiens since the days when he was probably arboreal.

In her single person she managed to produce the effect of a majority.

What depresses me is the inevitable way the second rate forges ahead and the deserving is left behind.

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

After all, you can't expect men not to judge by appearances.

A tragic irony of life is that we so often achieve success or financial independence after the chief reason for which we sought it has passed away.