The sad ones are those who waste their energy in trying to hold it back, for they can only feel bitterness in loss and no joy in gain.

Lennie said quietly, "It ain't no lie. We're gonna do it. Gonna get a little place an' live on the fatta the lan'.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

War ... a reversal of the rules where a man is permitted to kill all the humans he can.

These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.

Riches seem to come to the poor in spirit, the poor in interest and joy. To put it straight - the very rich are a poor bunch of bastards

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