But whether he was happy or not was hard to say. Probably he was neither, just as a plant is neither.

Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity.

Art Is a Way Out. Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the débris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is just such a path. Art is distilled from suffering.

Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?

Every child, everywhere; in the whole world there was not one child who was not gravely, sweetly dancing.

Man spends a great deal of time making order out of chaos, yet insists that the emotions be disordered. I order my emotions: I am insane.

He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain.