If I was alone I could live so easy. I could go get a job an' work, an' no trouble.

And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.

Sometimes a man wants to be stupid if it lets him do a thing his cleverness forbids.

When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. I fear the disease is incurable.

In Spanish there is a word for which I can't find a counterword in English. It is the verb VACILAR... It does not mean vacillating at all. If one is vacilando, he is going somewhere, but does not greatly care whether or not he gets there, although he has direction.

Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens - The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

I ought to of shot that dog myself, George. I shouldn't ought to of let no stranger shoot my dog.