Surely there is no road of effort so steep but a loving deed may soften its hardshness.

Things must be felt with the heart.

This great republic is a mockery of freedom as long as you are doomed to dig and sweat to earn a miserable living while the masters enjoy the fruit of your toil.

People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant.

I don't want to live in a hand -me -down world of others' experiences. I want to write about me, my discoveries, my fears, my feelings, about me.

For my part, I wish, with Mr. Howells, that the literature of the past might be purged of all that is ugly and barbarous in it, although I should object as much as any one to having these great works weakened or falsified.

Life is either a great adventure or nothing.