People used to have time to live and enjoy themselves, but there is no time anymore for anything but work, work, work.

But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins.

These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraphs and kerosene and coal stoves -- they're good to have but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.

Every job is good if you do your best and work hard. A man who works hard stinks only to the ones that have nothing to do but smell.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.

We'd never get anything fixed to suit us if we waited for things to suit us before we started.

Life begins at eighty.