There used to be a thing or a commodity we put great store by. It was called the People. Find out where the People have gone. I don't mean the square-eyed toothpaste-and-hair-dye people or the new-car-or-bust people, or the success-and-coronary people. Maybe they never existed, but if there ever were the People, that's the commodity the Declaration was talking about, and Mr. Lincoln.

Lennie begged, "Le's do it now. Le's get that place now." "Sure right now. I gotta. We gotta.

So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.

The ways of sin are curious . . . I guess if a man had to shuck off everything he had, inside and out, he'd manage to hide a few little sins somewhere for his own discomfort. They're the last things we'll give up.

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

The last clear definite function of man — muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need — this is man.

... a man is a very important thing-maybe more important than a star.