Pastoral Resources

People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.

Dirt makes a man look masculine. Let your hair blow in the wind, and all that. It's OK. All you have to do is look neat when you have to look neat.

Know when to tune out, if you listen to too much advice you may wind up making other peoples mistakes.

The aftermath of the war is what inspired us to write many of our plays. The whole reason for our writing Inherit the Wind was that we were appalled at the blacklisting. We were appalled at thought control.

In no instance is there to be a musical or opera of Inherit the Wind because it doesn't sing. It's an intellectual play.

In comedy, you have to be unafraid to hang from the tree branch naked in the high wind and you have to be absolutely unafraid to look ridiculous and silly.

Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.

It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind's bride.

President Bush says he needs a month off to unwind. Unwind? When the hell does this guy wind?

I'm a person that doesn't have that many goals or plans. I feel like I'm the wind and I blow through life; it's whatever comes to me. I very much respect nature. Whatever happens to me, I'm happy and I embrace it.

The populace is like the sea motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.

Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

To give reason for fancy were to weigh the fire, and measure the wind.

You look at Gone With the Wind, how right Vivian Leigh was for that. Don't know if that would happen today.

Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn't blow in the wind or change with the weather. It is your inner image of yourself, and if you look in there and see a man who won't cheat, then you know he never will.

I've flown across America, I've scaled fences, I've stood under windows and gone out of my way hundreds of times. I'm a hopeless romantic. There's no hope for me.

America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.

From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.

There comes a time in a man's life when to get where he has to go - if there are no doors or windows he walks through a wall.