Grub Street turns out good things almost as often as Parnassus. For if a writer is hard up enough, if he’s far down enough (down where I have been and am rising from, I am really saying), he can’t afford self-doubt and he can’t let other people’s opinions, even a father’s, keep him from writing.

Hope was always out ahead of fact, possibility obscured the outlines of reality.

Every green natural place we save saves a fragment of our sanity and gives us a little more hope that we have a future.

It is the abiding concern of thinking people to preserve what keeps men human-to save our contact with nature of which we are a part.

Do we respond only to people who seem to find us interesting?

She had rooms in her mind that she would not look into.

It is somethingit can be everything-to have found a fellow bird with whom you can sit among the rafters while the drinking and boasting and reciting and fighting go on below.