When Janie looked out of her door she saw the drifting mists gathered in the west -- that cloud field of the sky -- to arm themselves with thunders and march forth against the world. Louder and higher and lower and wider the sound and motion spread, mounting, sinking, darking.

He was the average mortal. It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different.

It seems like the first law of Nature is that everybody likes to receive things, but nobody likes to feel grateful.

To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.

The whole matter revolves around the self-respect of my people. How much satisfaction can I get from a court order for somebody toassociate with me who does not wish me near them?

Anybody depending on somebody else's gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens.

But any man who walks in the way of power and property is bound to meet hate.