Literature was not promulgated by a pale and emasculated critical priesthood singing their litanies in empty churches, nor is it a game for the cloistered elect, the tinhorn mendicants of low calorie despair.

Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.

I do want to make it very convincing. And the best way to do that is to put most of it in dialogue.

Prayer never brought in no side-meat. Takes a shoat to bring in pork.

All of them had a restlessness in common.

Doc still loved true things but he knew that it was not a general love and it could be a very dangerous mistress.

The study of history, while it does not endow with prophecy, may indicate lines of probability.