You do not think much of me, do you, Cogburn?" "I don't think about you at all when your mouth is closed.
Flippancy, the most hopeless form of intellectual vice.
For the man sound of body and serene of mind there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously.
It is the mind which creates the world around us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.
That is one of the bitter curses of poverty; it leaves no right to be generous.
For one thing, I know every book of mine by its scent.
People have got that ancient prejudice so firmly rooted in their heads that one mustn't write save at I the dictation of the Holy Spirit. I tell you, writing is a business.
. . . we are the products of our past. . . . a web of complexities.
If the film isn't suspenseful, i. e. the pressure cooker situation of what's going on in the movie, if that's not part of it, if the threat of violence and the temperature isn't always going up a notch every scene or so, then the movie is going to be boring. It's not going to work.
You trust wholly or not at all. Trust was not divisible.
Ever since there have been men, man has given himself over to too little joy. That alone, my brothers, is our original sin. I should believe only in a God who understood how to dance.