I have lost all sense of home, having moved about so much. It means to me now--only that place where the books are kept.

My whole work drive has been aimed at making people understand each other. . .

There are no ugly questions except those clothed in condescension.

At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.

And finally comes culture, which is entertainment, relaxation, transport out of the pain of living.

There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do. It's all part of the same thing. And some of the things folks do is nice, and some ain't nice, but that's as far as any man got a right to say.

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.