I'm Tired Of Hearing You Men Say

Nicknames Are Fond Names. We Do Not Give Them To People We Dislike.

There Are Only Two Kinds Of People In The World That Really Count. One Kind's Wheat And The Other Kind's Emeralds.

I Sat Staring Up At A Shelf In My Workroom From Which Thirty-one Books Identically Dressed In Neat Dark Green Leather Stared Back At Me With A Sort Of Cold Hostility Like Children Who Resent Their Parents. Don't Stare At Us Like That! They Said. Don't Blame Us If We Didn't Turn Out To Be The Perfection You Expected. We Didn't Ask To Be Brought Into The World.

Texas History Is A Varied, Tempestuous, And Vast As The State Itself. Texas Yesterday Is Unbelievable, But No More Incredible Than Texas Today. Today's Texas Is Exhilarating, Exasperating, Violent, Charming, Horrible, Delightful, Alive.

Any Piece Of Furniture, I Don't Care How Beautiful It Is, Has Got To Be Lived With, And Kicked About, And Rubbed Down, And Mistreated By Servants, And Repolished, And Knocked Around And Dusted And Sat On Or Slept In Or Eaten Off Of Before It Develops Its Real Character ... A Good Deal Like Human Beings.