I think that no one individual can look at truth. It blinds you. You look at it and you see one phase of it. Someone else looks at it and sees a slightly awry phase of it. But taken all together, the truth is in what they saw though nobody saw the truth intact.

The writer in America isn't part of the culture of this country. He's like a fine dog. People like him around, but he's of no use.

There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need.

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar.

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.

Believe that man will not merely endure; he will prevail.

It seems impossible for a man to learn the value of money without first having to learn to waste it.