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

Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.

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

In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.

It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much respect

I think that those of us who are what are called intellectuals make a terrible mistake in overvaluing the yen we have for the arts, books, etc. There is a sweet, fine quality in life that has nothing to do with this, and more and more I find myself valuing myself with those people.

You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living.