Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!

I never saw a lawyer yet who would admit he was making money.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.

[On the Irish:] Strange race ... Don't know what they want, but want it like the devil.

the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.

What a tragedy it was that the only thing age could offer to youth was its own experience, and that the experiences of others were never profitable.