What is wrong is not the great discoveries of science—information is always better than ignorance, no matter what information or what ignorance. What is wrong is the belief behind the information, the belief that information will change the world. It won’t.

Man can live his truth, his deepest truth, but cannot speak it.

Writers . . . write to give reality to experience.

The roots of the grass strain, Tighten, the earth is rigid, waits-he is waiting- And suddenly, and all at once, the rain!

Autumn is the American season. In Europe the leaves turn yellow or brown, and fall. Here they take fire on the trees and hang there flaming. We think this frost-fire is a portent somehow: a promise that the continent has given us. Life, too, we think, is capable of taking fire in this country; of creating beauty never seen.

The dissenter is every human being at those moments of his life when he resigns momentarily from the herd and thinks for himself.

The infantile cowardice of our time which demands an external pattern, a nonhuman authority.