There is more beauty in truth, even if it is a dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar.
John SteinbeckIn early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
John SteinbeckIn uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved.
John SteinbeckSome people there are who, being grown; forget the horrible task of learning to read. It is perhaps the greatest single effort that the human undertakes, and he must do it as a child.
John Steinbeck