I think you know that when an American stays away from New York too long something happens to him. Perhaps he becomes a little provincial, a little dead and afraid.

It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

Many people must live and die alone, even in Winesburg.

Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.

The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.

The writer, an old man with a white moustache, had some difficulty getting into bed.

In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.