A man who wouldn't cheat for a poke don't want one bad enough. --Augustus "Gus" McCrae

But the English are different, and they don't know how to be other than different.

Yesterday's gone on down the river and you can't get it back.

The lives of happy people are dense with their own doings -- crowded, active, thick. But the sorrowing are nomads, on a plain with few landmarks and no boundaries; sorrow's horizons are vague and its demands are few.

If I had a mind to rent pigs, I'd be mighty upset. A man that likes to rent pigs won't be stopped.

A bookman’s love of books is a love of books, not merely of the information in them.

Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at.