The monstropolous beast had left his bed. The two hundred miles a hour wind had loosed his chains. He seized hold of his dikes and ran forward until he met the quarters; uprooted them like grass and rushed on after his supposed-to-be conquerors, rolling the dikes, rolling the houses, rolling the people in the houses along with other timbers. The sea was walking the earth with a heavy heel.

The game of keeping what one has is never so exciting as the game of getting.

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

Faith hasn't got no eyes, but she's long-legged.

They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

People can be slave-ships in shoes.

You heard me. You ain't blind.