Doctors, by God; washing their hands, looking out windows, fiddling with dreadful things while you are stretched out on a table or half undressed on a chair.

A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.

The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.

It was better to be in a jail where you could bang the walls than in a jail you could not see.

I do not have any home. So why should I be homesick?

The human heart is a lonely hunter-but the search for us southerners is more anguished.

But no value has been put on human life; it is given to us free and taken without being paid for. What is it worth? If you look around, at times the value may seem to be little or nothing at all. Often after you have sweated and tried and things are not better for you, there comes a feeling deep down in the soul that you are not worth much.