The land is so much more than its analysis.

There is no term comparable to green thumbs to apply to such a mechanic, but there should be. For there are men who can look, listen, tap, make an adjustment, and a machine works.

One pays for everything, the trick is not to pay too much of anything for anything.

There is comfort in routine.

Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.

It must be a hard thing to kill a man you don't know and don't hate.

The ways of sin are curious . . . I guess if a man had to shuck off everything he had, inside and out, he'd manage to hide a few little sins somewhere for his own discomfort. They're the last things we'll give up.