The past seems to infuse into the present, and in the brown, wringled faces of the old people one sees the presence of the past.

The sun was good. The men of the llano were men of the sun. The men of the farms along the river were men of the moon. But we were all children of the white sun.

There are many gods . . . gods of beauty and magic, gods of the garden, gods in our own backyards, but we go off to foreign countries to find new ones, we reach to the stars to find new ones--. . . . The god of the church is a jealous god; he cannot live in peace with other gods.

The germ of creation lies in violence.

It seemed the more I knew about people the more I knew about the strange magic hidden in their hearts.

Any land will flow with milk and honey if it is worked with honest hands!

Understanding comes with life. As a man grows he sees life and death, he is happy and sad, he works, plays, meets people - sometimes it takes a lifetime to acquire understanding, because in the end understanding simply means having sympathy for people.