Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones.

There's more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

You never oughta drink water when it ain't runnin'.

Americans are much more American than they are Northerners, Southerners, Westerners, or Easterners ... California Chinese, Boston Irish, Wisconsin German, yes, Alabama Negroes, have more in common than they have apart ... The American identity is an exact and provable thing.

Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans

Our people are good people; our people are kind people. Pray God some day kind people won't all be poor.