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.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

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

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

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

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