Now man cannot live without some vision of himself. But still less can he live with a vision that is not true to his inner experience and inner feeling.

A house o' women is as dead as a house wi' no fire, to my thinkin'. I'm not a spider as likes to corner myself. I like a man about, if he's only something to snap at.

A man must keep his earnestness nimble, to escape ridicule.

Most men have a deadness in them that frightens me so because of my own deadness. Why can't men get their life straight, like St.Mawr, and then think? Why can't they think quick, mother: quick as a woman: only farther than we do?

Whatever men you take, keep the idea of man intact: let your soul wait whether your body does or not.

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps unrealized purpose. Not when they are escaping to some wild west. The most unfree souls go west, and shout of freedom.