There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

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.

There is this thing called life. We live it, not as we intend or wish, but as we are driven on by forces outside and inside ourselves.

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.

You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.