Occupation: Author Birth: February 8, 1905 Death: July 19, 1994
You can't keep a squirrel on the ground..
Oughta be a law everybody has to take a trip every two years just to make 'em realize how good home is..
I began to understand that all Texas is an eternal synthesis of past and present, superimposed one upon the other. It produces a feeling of being in ….
Children of yesterday, / Heirs of to-morrow, / What are you weaving? / Labor and sorrow? / Look to your looms again. / Faster and faster / Fly the gr….
I feel so small I could sit on a dime an' my legs wouldn't even hang over..