Quotes About Community

Our Father who art in nature...must have a great and overwhelming love for no-goods and blots-on-the-town and bums, and Mack and the boys.

Di sera avveniva una cosa strana: le venti famiglie diventavano una famiglia, i figli diventavano figli di tutti. La privazione della casa diventava una privazione comune, e gli anni felici nell'Ovest erano un sogno comune.

I hope we don't get in no more Hoovervilles,'' said

The nicest thing in the world you can do for anybody is let them help you.

If you're in trouble or hurt or need—go to poor people. They're the only ones that'll help—the only ones.

Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, the one will lif' up his fellow, but woe to him that is alone when he falleth, for he hath not another to help him up.' 1 That's part of her.

Tommy, I got to thinkin' an' dreamin' an' wonderin'. They say there's a hun'erd thousand of us shoved out. If we was all mad the same way, Tommy—they wouldn't hunt nobody down—'' She stopped.

She started for the door, and when she reached it, she turned about. I'm learnin' one thing good, she said. Learnin' it all a time, ever' day. If you're in trouble or hurt or need—go to poor people. They're the only ones that'll help—the only ones.

Now the tents of the late-comers filled the little flat, and those who had the boxcars were old-timers, and in a way aristocrats.

Since the East End School was way to hell and gone across town and the children who lived east of Main Street attended there, I will not bother with it.

If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin,3 were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I,'' and cuts you off forever from the "we.

People didn't really believe in war even while they planned it. The Salinas Valley lived about as it always had.

He was a stranger to all the worl,but he was not lonely.

Learnin' it all a time, ever' day. If you're in trouble or hurt or need—go to poor people. They're the only ones that'll help—the only ones.'' The screen door slammed behind her.

Then it don' matter. Then I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll be ever'where--wherever you look. Wherever they's a fight so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever they's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. If Casy knowed, why, I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad an'-- I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry an' they know supper's ready. An' when our folks eat the stuff they raise an' live in the houses they build--why, I'll be there. See?

La nostra gente è brava gente; la nostra gente è gente buona. Preghiamo il Signore che un giorno la gente buona non sarà più povera. Preghiamo il Signore che un giorno i bambini avranno tutti da mangiare. E le associazioni dei proprietari sapevano che un giorno quegli uomini avrebbero smesso di pregare. E sarebbe stata la fine.

I ain't felt so—safe in a long time. People needs—to help.

Our treasured and nostalgic picture of the village general store, the cracker-barrel store where an informed yeomanry gather to express opinions and formulate the national character, is very rapidly disappearing. People who once held family fortresses against wind and weather, against scourges of frost and drought and insect enemies, no cluster against the busy breast of the big town. (p 56)

They had no argument, no system, nothing but their numbers and their needs.

Men and women huddled in their houses, and they tied handkerchiefs over their noses when they went out, and wore goggles to protect their eyes.

The new American finds his challenge and his love in traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the townlets wither a time and die.

I'm learnin' one thing good,'' she said. "Learnin' it all a time, ever' day. If you're in trouble or hurt or need—go to poor people. They're the only ones that'll help—the only ones.'' The

Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,' I figgered, 'maybe it's all men an' all women we love; make that's the Holy Sperit - the human spirit - the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.

The lore had not died out of the world, and you will still find people who believe that soup will cure any hurt or illness and is no bad thing to have for the funeral either.