Four hoarse blasts of a ship’s whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. — John Steinbeck

I am in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection, but with Montana it is love.

Sectional football games have the glory and the despair of war, and when a Texas team takes the field against a foreign state, it is an army with banners.

When we get these thruways across the whole country, as we will and must, it will be possible to drive from New York to California without seeing a single thing.