And their greed was for gold or God. They collected souls as they collected jewels.

This I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.

You can boast about anything if it's all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.

You got a God. Don't make no difference if you don' know what he looks like.

A Texan outside of Texas is a foreigner.

The misery stayed, not thought about but aching away, and sometimes I would have to ask myself, Why do I ache? Men can get used to anything, but it takes time.

The words are meaningless except in terms of feeling. Does anyone act as the result of thought or does feeling stimulate action and sometimes thought implement it.