It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved. Be something more than man or woman. Be Tandy.

Work accomplished means little. It is in the past. What we all want is the glorious and living present.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.

What's wrong with this egotism? If a man doesn't delight in himself and the force in him and feel that he and it are wonders, how is all life to become important to him?

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love. That is a big point if you know enough to realize what I mean. It makes my destruction inevitable, you see. There are few who understand that.