Many people must live and die alone, even in Winesburg.
Realism, in so far as the word means reality to life, is always bad art.
Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not.
What is to be got at to make the air sweet, the ground good under the feet, can only be got at by failure, trial, again and again and again failure.
You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living.
It is all right you're saying you do not need other people, but there are a lot of people who need you.