Says he foun' he jus' got a little piece of a great big soul. Says a wilderness ain't no good, 'cause his little piece of a soul wasn't no good 'less it was with the rest, an' was whole.

The break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath.

If he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he's poor in hisself, there ain't no million acres gonna make him feel rich, an' maybe he's disappointed that nothin' he can do 'll make him feel rich.

That man who is more then his elements knows the land that is more than its analysis.

There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.

How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?

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.

The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It's the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it.