Don't pass it by - the immediate, the real, the ours, the yours, the novelist's that it waits for.

...The peculiar air of Oxford-the air of liberty to care for the things of the mind assured and secured by machinery which is in itself a satisfaction to sense.

If I were to live my life over again, I would be an American. I would steep myself in America, I would know no other land.

Any point of view is interesting that is a direct impression of life. You each have an impression colored by your individual conditions; make that into a picture, a picture framed by your own personal wisdom, your glimpse of the American world.

Happy you poets who can be present and so present by a simple flicker of your genius, and not, like the clumsier race, have to laya train and pile up faggots that may not after prove in the least combustible!

Make him [the reader] think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications.

I think patriotism is like charity -- it begins at home.