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.

We know what we got, and we don't care whether you know it or not.

I have wondered why is it that some people are less affected and torn by the verities of life and death that others.

It has always seemed strange to me... the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.

If you want to destroy a nation, give it too much - make it greedy, miserable and sick.

No one wants advice - only corroboration.

A Texan outside of Texas is a foreigner.