Fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.
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John Steinbeck
John Ernst Steinbeck, Jr. (February 27, 1902 – December 20, 1968) was an American author of 27 books, including 16 novels, six non-fiction books, and two collections of short stories. He is widely known for the comic novels Tortilla Flat (1935) and Cannery Row (1945), the multi-generation epic East of Eden (1952), and the novellas Of Mice and Men (1937) and The Red Pony (1937). The Pulitzer Prize-winning The Grapes of Wrath (1939) is considered Steinbeck's masterpiece and part of the American literary canon. In the first 75 years after it was published, it sold 14 million copies. The winner of the 1962 Nobel Prize in Literature, he has been called "a giant of American letters". His works are widely read abroad and many of his works are considered classics of Western literature. Most of Steinbeck's work is set in southern and central California, particularly in the Salinas Valley and the California Coast Ranges region. His works frequently explored the themes of fate and injustice, especially as applied to downtrodden or everyman protagonists. 2Early life Steinbeck was born on February 27, 1902, in Salinas, Californi
It happens that every man in a bank hates what the bank does, and yet the bank does it. The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It’s the monster. Men made it, but they can’t control it.
If he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he's poor in hisself, there ain't no million acres gonna make him feel rich, an' maybe he's disappointed that nothin' he can do will make him feel rich.
Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create - this is man.
The quality of owning freezes you forever in 'I,' and cuts you off forever from the 'we'
How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?
There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid anymore.
It’s awful not to be loved. It’s the worst thing in the world… It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel.
What else could I do? You could try again.
And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.
Man has a choice and it's a choice that makes him a man.
Maybe-- maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure-- never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?
It's awful not to be loved. It's the worst thing in the world. It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel.
It’s a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.
Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.
It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.
There's more beauty in truth, even if it is dreadful beauty.
All great and precious things are lonely.
I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.