There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

I believe there are techniques of the human mind whereby, in its dark deep, problems are examined, rejected or accepted. Such activities sometimes concern facets a man does not know he has. How often one goes to sleep troubled and full of pain, not knowing what causes the travail, and in the morning a whole new direction and a clearness is there, maybe the results of the black reasoning. And again there are mornings when ecstasy bubbles in the blood, and the stomach and chest are tight and electric with joy, and nothing in the thoughts to justify it or cause it.

It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.

People who are most afraid of their dreams convince themselves they don't dream at all.

Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try.

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.

I carry a gun cause a cop is too heavy.