We must just stay awake and see evil done for a little while it's not always.

Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.

If happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.

You like orchids?... Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption.

The only environment the artist needs is whatever peace, whatever solitude, and whatever pleasure he can get at not too high a cost.

That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.

I discovered that my own little postage stamp of native soil was worth writing about and that I would never live long enough to exhaust it.