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 โ of kindness and consideration and respect โ 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 didnโt know you had.
John SteinbeckIt is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.
John SteinbeckA town is a thing like a colonial animal. A town has a nervous system and a head and shoulders and feet. A town is a thing separate from all other towns alike. And a town has a whole emotion. How news travels through a town is a mystery not easily to be solved. News seems to move faster than small boys can scramble and dart to tell it, faster than women can call it over the fences.
John SteinbeckDear Lord,' he said. 'let me be like Aron. Donโt make me mean. I donโt want to be. If you will let everybody like me, why, Iโll give you anything in the world, and if I havenโt got it, why, Iโll go for to get it. I donโt want to be mean. I donโt want to be lonely. For Jesusโ sake, Amen.
John Steinbeck