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.

Then the hard, dry Spaniards came exploring through, greedy and realistic, and their greed was for gold or God. They collected souls as they collected jewels. They gathered mountains and valleys, rivers and whole horizons, the way a man might now gain tittle to building lots.

The nicest thing in the world you can do for anybody is let them help you.

Texas has a tight cohesiveness perhaps stronger than any other section of America.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all.

It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.

Just set one day's work in front of the last day's work. That's the way it comes out. And that's the only way it does.