There's nothing in the world like that first taste of beer.

Well, every little boy thinks he invented sin. Virtue we think we learn, because we are told about it. But sin is our own designing.

Perhaps it takes courage to raise children.

Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.

The human is the only guilty animal.

Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.

It occurs to me that just as the Carthaginians hired mercenaries to do their fighting for them, we Americans being in mercenaries to do our hard and humble work. I hope we may not be overwhelmed one day by peoples not too proud or too lazy or too soft to bend to the earth and pick up the things we eat.