John Steinbeck

Born :27 February 1902

Tribute :20 December 1968

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John Steinbeck born on 27th February 1902, and passed away on 20th December 1968, leaving behind a legacy that continues to inspire generations. Over the past 66 years, we have thoughtfully curated a selection of 43 powerful, inspirational, and motivational quotes - carefully handpicked from an extensive archive of life lessons and timeless wisdom. This legendary quote writer was born in american and went on to share won inspiring words with the world, leaving behind a global legacy that transcends borders.

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Quotes of John Steinbeck

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It has always been my private conviction that any man who puts his intelligence up against a fish and loses had it coming.

Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.

I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?

It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.

The discipline of the written word punishes both stupidity and dishonesty.

I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool.

Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.

You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.

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.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

These words dropped into my childish mind as if you should accidentally drop a ring into a deep well. I did not think of them much at the time, but there came a day in my life when the ring was fished up out of the well, good as new.

Man, unlike anything organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.

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

The profession of book writing makes horse racing seem like a solid, stable business.

Time is the only critic without ambition.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.