No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.

Prayer never brought in no side-meat. Takes a shoat to bring in pork.

Hate cannot live alone. It must have love as a trigger, a goad, or a stimulant.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another-but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Some men are friends with the whole world in their hearts, and there are others that hate themselves and spread their hatred around like butter on hot bread.

Why do men like me want sons? he wondered. It must be because they hope in their poor beaten souls that these new men, who are their blood, will do the things they were not strong enough nor wise enough nor brave enough to do. It is rather like another chance at life; like a new bag of coins at a table of luck after your fortune is gone.

One must withdraw for a time from life in order to set down that picture.