...It seems hard that a man in his need could be so flouted by a road.

The artist doesn't have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don't have the time to read reviews.

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.

The salvation of the world is in man's suffering.

And we'd sit in the dry leaves that whispered a little with the slow respiration of our waiting and with the slow breathing of the earth and the windless october, the rank smell of the lantern fouling the brittle air, listening to the dog and the echo of louis' voice dying away

So, never be afraid. Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion, against injustice and lying and greed. If you, not just you in this room tonight, but in all the thousands of other rooms like this one about the world today and tomorrow and next week, will do this, not as a class or classes, but as individuals, men and women, you will change the earth.

A writer needs three things, experience, observation, and imagination, any two of which, at times any one of which, can supply the lack of the others.