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

A good civilization gives the greatest possible scope to the common passions and makes them intelligible among the great number of people.

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.

Hard times ain't quit and we ain't quit.

Literature must spring from the deep and submerged humus of our life.

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

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.