These are the stories that never, never die, that are carried like seed into a new country, are told to you and me and make in us new and lasting strengths.

An abyss seems to have opened between the intellectual cosmopolites of culture and the people, hungry for word and meaning.

You can tell by looking at most people that the world remains a stone to them and a closed door.

The people always know that some of the grain will be good, some of the crop will be saved, some will return and bear the strength of the kernel, that from the bloodiest year some survive to outfox the frost.

Money is only money, beans tonight and steak tomorrow. So long as you can look yourself in the eye.

Each generation must go further than the last or what's the use in it?

I am luminous with age.