My kinfolks thought more about character than about culture. They said culture could be acquired but character had to be formed. Character had to be hammered into shape like hot iron on an anvil. It...

It is a great comfort to a rambling people to know that somewhere there is a permanent home–perhaps it is the most final of the comforts they ever really know.

It was not the goal that really concerned us, the journey was the thing. Who ever reaches any goal? From what journey can we return? We know of the poverty about us, of the work...

We have been told to ask about everything: Will it leave us free?

The past that Southerners are forever talking about is not a dead past–it is a chapter from the legend that our kinfolks have told us, it is a living past, living for a reason. The...