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

A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half remembered glory

You're buying years of work, toil in the sun; you're buying a sorrow that can't talk.

With a few exceptions people don't want money. They want luxury and they want love and they want admiration.

A fallow field is a sin.

When you're huntin' somepin you're a hunter, an' you're strong. Can't nobody beat a hunter. But when you get hunted - that's different. Somepin happens to you. You ain't strong: maybe you're fierce, but you ain't strong." - Muley

After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.