I had popcorn all over the place, so I decided I might as well be in the Processing Business.

Every once in a while, someone will mail me a single popcorn kernel that didn't pop. I'll get out a fresh kernel, tape it to a piece of paper and mail it back to them.

Most of the competition was into bulk popcorn because of the major increases in the Drive-In Theatre Outlets.

We made more money feeding molasses, urea, and corn cobs to cattle than we ever did feeding dent corn.

I opened an office in Terre Haute, established eight of them, and became one of the eight county agents.

We dried continuously day and night. We had no efficient way to do it, so we built this new popcorn plant.

It was necessary to have an even depth of corn on the top compared to the sides, so the air would not take the easiest route and not evenly dry the stored corn.

In the Depression we had to divert corn acreage.

I moved to Princeton, Indiana, and became a professional Farm Manager for that Princeton Farms.

The cobs were delivered to a big pile. We were one of the first to feed corn cobs to cattle.

It proved easier to buy the farm to get the mineral rights than to buy the coal rights alone.

Laughing brains are more absorbent.

I have no hankerin’ for thrills if needs be sought in the heavens. I shall keep my feet firmly planted in contentment.

Better a little with righteousnessthan much gain with injustice.

I can understand the Chinese Wall: it was built as a defense against marauders. But a wall such as that in Berlin, built to prevent people from seeking freedom, is almost beyond comprehension.

Failure can be bought on easy terms; success must be paid for in advance

Not long ago, a novelist could believe he could have an effect on our consciousness of terror. Today, the men who shape and inflence human consciousness are the terrorists.

I am mainly concerned with unqualified knowledge, by contrast with the varieties of expert knowledge: scientific knowledge of various sorts, legal knowledge, medically expert knowledge, and so on.

The solo is a nuanced distillation of sorrow.

These things are sent to try us, but why me?

A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.