The free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.

Sometimes when she was alone, and she knew she was alone, she permitted her mind to play in a garden, and she smiled.

We have not known a single great scientist who could not discourse freely and interestingly with a child. Can it be that haters of clarity have nothing to say, have observed nothing, have no clear picture of even their own fields?

The misery stayed, not thought about but aching away, and sometimes I would have to ask myself, Why do I ache? Men can get used to anything, but it takes time.

I have taken as much as six years to prepare a book for writing. There is such a delirium of effort in the production of a book; it's like childbirth. And, like childbirth, one forgets the pains immediately so that when you come to write another one you dare to take it up again. Some precious anesthesia sees you through.

No one knows my ability the way I do. I am pushing against it all the time.

What some people find in religion a writer may find in his craft...a kind of breaking through to glory.