One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.
I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?
I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.
I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.
Sectional football games have the glory and the despair of war, and when a Texas team takes the field against a foreign state, it is an army with banners.
It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.
Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.
Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.
I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.
We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.
Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.
Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.
Man is the only kind of varmint sets his own trap, baits it, then steps in it.
It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.
So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.
No one wants advice - only corroboration.