And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.

Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good what ever the weather, and everbody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be.

He never fell, never slipped back, never flew.

Perhaps the best conversationalist in the world is the man who helps others to talk.

Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.

The craft of writing is the art of penetrating other minds with the figures that are in your own mind.

The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It's the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it.