Chop your own wood and it will warm you twice.

It's just that I'd rather die of drink than of thirst.

I can't work in a house where there's saints. The minute there's saints$$$ the devil sends messengers.

All that matters on the chessboard is good moves.

You get born and you try this and you don't know why only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people$$$ all mixed up with them$$$ like trying to$$$ having to$$$ move your arms and legs with strings only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way like five or six people all trying to make a rug on the same loom only each one wants to weave his own pattern into the rug; and it can't matter$$$ you know that$$$

It's not when you realise that nothing can help you - religion$$$ pride$$$ anything - it's when you realise that you don't need any aid.

I am trying to say it all in one sentence$$$ between one cap and one period.

It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister.

Ever since then I have believed that God is not only a gentleman and a sport; he is a Kentuckian too.

When I was fifteen$$$ a companion and I$$$ on a dare$$$ went into the mound one day just at sunset. We saw some of those Indians for the first time; we got directions from them and reached the top of the mound just as the sun set. We had camping equiptment with us$$$ but we made no fire. We didn't even make down our beds. We just sat side by side on that mound until it became light enough to find our way back to the road. We didn't talk. When we looked at each other in the gray dawn$$$ our faces were gray$$$ too$$$ quiet$$$ very grave.