There is, of course, a gold mine or a buried treasure on every mortgaged homestead. Whether the farmer ever digs for it or not, it is there, haunting his daydreams when the burden of debt is most unbearable.

A passion for politics stems usually from an insatiable need, either for power, or for friendship and adulation, or a combination of both.

A man's memory is bound to be a distortion of his past in accordance with his present interests, and the most faithful autobiography is likely to mirror less w…

Show me a character whose life arouses my curiosity, and my flesh begins crawling with suspense.

Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.

If they can make penicillin out of mouldy bread, they can sure make something out of you.

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.