One must know and recognize not merely the direct but the secret power of the word.

One must know and recognize not merely the direct but the secret power of the word.

The writer must be able to revel and roll in the abundance of words; he must know not only the direct but also the secret power of a word. There are overtones and undertones to a word, and lateral echoes, too.

You are welcome to your intellectual pastimes and books and art and newspapers; welcome, too, to your bars and your whisky that only makes me ill. Here am I in the forest, quite content.

When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate.

There was a rock in front of my hut, a tall, gray rock. By its looks it seemed to be well-disposed toward me.

I stood in the lee of an overhanging rock and thought of many things.