In Haverford On The Platte The Townspeople

The World Is Little, People Are Little, Human Life Is Little. There Is Only One Big Thing — Desire.

Freedom So Often Means That One Isn't Needed Anywhere.

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

Let Your Fiction Grow Out Of The Land Beneath Your Feet.

They Ravaged Neither The Rivers Nor The Forest, And If They Irrigated, They Took As Little Water As Would Serve Their Needs. The Land And All That It Bore They Treated With Consideration; Not Attempting To Improve It, They Never Desecrated It.