You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

Fiction is history, human history, or it is nothing.

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.

The humblest craft that floats makes its appeal to a seaman by the faithfulness of her life.

The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death

All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind. All intellectual and artistic ambitions are permissible, up to and even beyond the limit of prudent sanity. They can hurt no one.

Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.