Man the sum of what have you. A problem in impure properties carried tediously to an unvarying nil: stalemate of dust and desire.

One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.

The poets are almost always wrong about the facts... That's because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth...

Don't be 'a writer'. Be writing.

A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it's a good dream, it's worth it.

Surely there is something in madness, even the demoniac, which Satan flees, aghast at his own handiwork, and which God looks on in pity.

When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar.