These are the stories that never, never die, that are carried like seed into a new country, are told to you and me and make in us new and lasting strengths.
Literature must spring from the deep and submerged humus of our life.
Memory in America suffers amnesia.
I am luminous with age.
No art can develop until it penetrates deeply into the life of the people.
An abyss seems to have opened between the intellectual cosmopolites of culture and the people, hungry for word and meaning.