You ought to dream. All our biggest businessmen have been dreamers.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes.

War is no longer made by simply analyzed economic forces if it ever was. War is made or planned now by individual men, demagogues and dictators who play on the patriotism of their people to mislead them into a belief in the great fallacy of war when all their vaunted reforms have failed to satisfy the people they misrule.

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

All thinking men are atheists.

There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only one you.