The soul has to find and hold its ground against hostile forces, sometimes embodied in ideas which frequently deny its very existence, and which indeed often seem to be trying to annul it altogether.

I seem to have the blind self-acceptance of the eccentric who can't conceive that his eccentricities are not clearly understood.

The more realistic you are the more you threaten the grounds of your own art.

Facts always are sensational.

The spirit knows that its growth is the real aim of existence.

You have to fight for your life. That's the chief condition on which you hold it.

The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.