Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. Whereas what you mentally or "consciously" desire is nine times out of ten impossible; hitch your wagon to a star, or you will just stay where you are.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

I've never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself.

You have to have something vicious in you to be a creative writersomething old-adamish, incompatible to the "ordinary world.

Nothing but love has made the dog lose his wild freedom, to become the servant of man.