A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean question: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well - or ill?

The free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.

The American girl makes a servant of her husband and then finds him contemptible for being a servant

I wrote The Grapes of Wrath in one hundred days, but many years of preparation preceded it.

Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.

There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

To the heavens on the wings of a pig.