One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away.

You must not begin to fret about the successes of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you?

Success is never so interesting as struggle

The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.

Prayers said by good people are always good prayers

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.