The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire, though every year it is fed with the dry wood of more old memories.

The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background.

It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.

There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.