In my opinion it's a shame that there is so much work in the world.

Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Like a fellow running from or toward a gun ain't got time to worry whether the word for what he is doing is courage or cowardice.

No man can cause more grief than that one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancestors.

Wonder. Go on and wonder.

The past is never dead. It's not even past.

Sometimes I aint so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he aint. Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It's like it aint so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.