It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.

I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication.

Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.

A creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.

This land was an enigma. It was like a horse that no one knows how to break to harness, that runs wild and kicks things to pieces.

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent.

Of course Nebraska is a storehouse of literary material. Everywhere is a storehouse of literary material. If a true artist were born in a pigpen and raised in a sty, he would still find plenty of inspiration for his work. The only need is the eye to see.