A strange species we are, We can stand anything God and nature can throw at us save only plenty. If I wanted to destroy a nation, I would give it too much, and I would have it on its knees, miserable, greedy, sick. --John Steinbeck to Adlai Stevenson

I know a little bit about a great many things and not enough about any one to make a living in these times.

I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.

You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

There is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter.