My father and I, we can't soothe each other. I'm too young, he's too old, and we don't know how to talk anymore if we ever did

And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I am because of the dust. And what I am is good enough. Even for me.

I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything.

As long as you live, it is never too late to make amends. Take my advice, child. Don't waste your precious life with regrets and sorrow. Find a way to make right what was wrong, and then move on.

the way i see it, hard times aren't only about money, or drought, or dust. hard times are about losing spirit, and hope, and what happens when dreams dry up.

I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.

The way I see it, hard times aren't only about money, or drought, or dust.Hard times are about losing spirit, and hope, and what happens when dreams dry up.

I turn my back on him as he goes, and settle myself in the parlor, and touch Ma's piano.My fingers leave sighsin the dust.

When I rode the train west, I went looking for something, but I didn't see anything wonderful.I didn't see anything better than what I already had.Home.

...the morning with the whole day waiting, full of promise, the nightof quiet, of no expectations, of rest.And the certainty of home, the one I live in, and the onethat lives in me.

Life is more than NOWnever allow your now to spoil your tomorrow

Anyone can be a hero, even those who cannot!

God will judge us by what we did to relieve the suffering of our fellow human beings. I don't think God cares what doctrine we embrace.

The spirit partly lies in physical body, the rest of it is still waiting to be refitted.

Religion has done love a great service by making it a sin.

Men use a new lesson or experience later on as a ploughshare or perhaps also as a weapon; women at once make it into an ornament.

A man's first bond is that which ties him into the national community.

There is no such thing as morality or immorality in thought. There is immoral emotion.

Composition has almost always been solitary.