No telling what those men wanted... but in these times there were white men with bloodier hands than any Indian...
As the days went by, I began to see this girl I had married was even more than I had suspected and in every way.
I never saw a man get superior so fast.
It was a sea of horns above the red, brown, brindle, and white-splashed backs of the steers.
My friend, there is a Hell. It’s when a man has a family to support, has his health and is ready to work, and there is no work to do. When he stands with empty hands and sees his children going hungry, his wife without the things to do with. I hope you never have to try it.
We are a people of the frontier, born to it, bred to it, looking always toward it. And when the frontiers of our own land are gone, when we have drawn them all into an ordered world, then we must seek other frontiers, the frontiers of the mind beyond which men have not gone, the frontiers that lie out beyond the stars, the frontiers that lie within our own selves, that hold us back from what we would do, what we would achieve.
I never liked the term mystic as applied to someone or a way of thought. It covers something very profound and an awful lot of nonsense passes as profound thought.
The point is,” Frank said, “that we’re here. No use talking about what should have been.
Must one seek something? I seek to be seeking, as I learn to be learning. Each book is an adventure as is each day’s horizon.
Quit crabbing,” Bert said mildly. “We’re here now, and we’ve got to like it.
Many a small man is considered good while he remains small, but let power come to him, and he becomes a raging fury.
The savage is never far from the surface in any of us, but because we know he is there we fight it down.
Shut up!” Joe’s tone was ugly. “If you ain’t willing to try, you can go to hell.
The desert was a school, a school where each day, each hour, a final examination was offered, where failure meant death and the buzzards landed to correct the papers.
How lonely were these silent hills! How reaching out for the sounds of men, for I believe a land needs people to nurse its flesh and bring from it the goodness of crops.
You stick with him, no matter what. It’s all he’ll ever have, what you can give him.
If one has a book, Mr. Boone, One is never alone. They will talk to you when you want to listen, and when you tire of what they are saying, you just close the book. It will be waiting for you when you come back to it.
When the raw, harsh liquor had cut the dust from his throat he looked up at a nearby.
I will go with you, and when you make your camp, I will cook your meat, and when you wish to sleep, I will prepare your bed. Where you go, I will go.
A dead man they could leave, but a wounded man they must care for.