I Tell You There Is

The Only Thing Very Noticeable About Nebraska Was That It Was Still, All Day Long, Nebraska.

There Was Only - Spring Itself, The Throb Of It, The Light Restlessness, The Vital Essence Of It Everywhere; In The Sky, In The Swift Clouds, In The Pale Sunshine, And In The Warm High Wind - Rising Suddenly, Sinking Suddenly, Impulsive ... If I Had Been Tossed Down Blindfold On That Red Prairie, I Should Have Known That It Was Spring.

The Voice Is A Wild Thing. It Can't Be Bred In Captivity.

There Is Often A Good Deal Of The Child Left In People Who Have Had To Grow Up Too Soon.

It's All Very Well To Tell Us To Forgive Our Enemies; Our Enemies Can Never Hurt Us Very Much. But Oh, What About Forgiving Our Friends?