Listen - man is a child of Nature. When he turns against his mother - he's done! He may not find out about it right away, but he will.

But one had to go back to the beginning of things, always. Trace the thread of life - find the knot - untangle it.

The lush green of the fields became a rich gold that swayed sturdily under the wind and fell at last before the hands of the reapers.

it was a sly trick of God's to give a man work to do - it kept him from asking questions that God couldn't answer.

I don't see as it matters much how well you mean if it's harm you're doin'.

By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.

A false vision was better than none.

Ah, life, life, how madly, how cruelly it raced along your pulses!

There was nothing so real on the prairie as winter, nothing so memorable.

There is too much doing - too little being! When we begin to get strenuous, life begins to grow intolerable.

Time, designing slowly, swiftly; Time, destroying slowly, swiftly; Time holding, possessing the earth in its tender indifference.

If we, citizens, do not support our artists, then we sacrifice our imagination on the altar of crude reality and we end up believing in nothing and having worthless dreams.

We can never see what we never question, for we who escapes, blinds us

Sooner or later on this journey, every traveller faces the same question: Are you a human intending to be a god, or a god pretending to be human?

Most of the international acceptance of jazz education can be traced to the University of North Texas, Denton, Texas, and the wonderful program they inaugurated.

What is called politics is comparatively something so superficial and inhuman, that practically I have never fairly recognized that it concerns me at all.

You don't know how much artists go through to make it look so easy. It's all in the practice.

The key to a better life: Complain less, appreciate more. Whine less, laugh more. Talk less, listen more. Want less, give more. Hate less, love more. Scold less, praise more. Fear less, hope more.

Because she deserved my tears if anyone on earth ever did. I could feel the tears within me, undiscovered, and untouched in their inland sea. Those tears had been with me always.

Making the big shot wouldn't feel so good if missing it didn't feel so awful

There ought to be one day - just one - when there is open season on senators.