A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then-the glory-so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished.


East of Eden, And, The Wayward Bus (ed. 1952)

John Steinbeck Quotes

A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, the important ones, may have trooped by...

A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, the important ones, may have trooped by...

A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, the important ones, may have trooped by...

A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, the important ones, may have trooped by...