A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many.
A strange species we are, We can stand anything God and nature can throw at us save only plenty. If I wanted to destroy a nation, I would give it too much, and I would have it on its knees, miserable,...
Ma raised her eyes to the girl's face. Ma's eyes were patient, but the lines of strain were on her forehead. Ma fanned and fanned the air, and her piece of cardboard warned off the flies. "When you're...
It is not only the size of these redwoods but their strangeness that frightens them. And why not? For these are the last remaining members of a race that flourished over four continents as far back in...
Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
Yeah, said George. I’ll come. But listen, Curley. The poor bastard’s nuts. Don’t shoot ‘im. He di’n’t know what he was doin’.
We could live offa the fatta the lan'.
There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.
There's an awful lot of inactive kindness which is nothing but laziness, not wanting any trouble, confusion, or effort.
There is no such thing as just enough money. Only two measures: No Money and Not Enough Money.
The quality of owning freezes you forever in I, and cuts you off forever from the we.
The people say that the two seemed to be removed from human experience; that they had gone through pain and had come out on the other side.
The good story lay in half-told things which must be filled in out of the hearer’s own experience.
That man who is more then his elements knows the land that is more than its analysis.
Riches seem to come to the poor in spirit, the poor in interest and joy. To put it straight - the very rich are a poor bunch of bastards
Relationship Time to Aloneness. And I remember about that. Having a companion fixes you in time and that the present, but when the quality of aloneness settles down, past, present, and future all flow...
Perhaps the best conversationalist in the world is the man who helps others to talk.
Perhaps that might be the way to write this book--to open the page and to let the stories crawl in by themselves.
Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individualmind and spirit of a man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whethe...
No matter how good a man is, there's always some horse can pitch him.