All great and precious things are lonely.
The camera need not be a cold mechanical device. Like the pen, it is as good as the man who uses it. It can be the extension of mind and heart...
Man has a choice and it’s a choice that makes him a man.
Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God.
We could live offa the fatta the lan’.
Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.
It seems to me Montana is a great splash of grandeur. The scale is huge but not overpowering. The land is rich with grass and color, and the mountains are the kind I would create if mountains were ever put on my agenda.
We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome.
I believe that love cannot be bought except with love.
There ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. There’s just stuff people do.
There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.
One man was so mad at me that he ended his letter Beware. You will never get out of this world alive.
Lord, how the day passes! It’s like a life – so quickly when we don’t watch it and so slowly when we do.
Our people are good people; our people are kind people. Pray God some day kind people won’t all be poor.
You can boast about anything if it’s all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.
It is the hour of pearl – the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.
Money is not nice. Money got no friends but more money.
You know most people live ninety per cent in the past, seven per cent in the present, and that only leaves them three per cent for the future.
We can shoot rockets into space but we can’t cure anger or discontent.
I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.