Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the neverending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.

One man was so mad at me that he ended his letter, "Beware. You will never get out of this world alive."

For it is said that humans are never satisfied, that you give them one thing and they want something more. And this is said in disparagement, whereas it is one of the greatest talents the species has and one that has made it superior to animals that are satisfied with what they have.

I have said that Texas is a state of mind, but I think it is more than that. It is a mystique closely approximating a religion.

One day we'll sit and you'll lay it out on the table, neat like a solitaire deck, but now - why, you can't find all the cards.

Being at ease with himself put him at ease with the world.