All of the people of my time were bound with chains. They had forgotten the long fields and the standing corn. They had forgotten the west winds.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.

The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.

You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

There is peace even in the storm

If you know what you want, you find the strength to work for its fulfillment.

Refuse the old means of measurement.Rely instead on the thrumming wilderness of self. Listen.-From "Out West

Theories are like a stairway; by climbing, science widens its horizon more and more, because theories embody and necessarily include proportionately more facts as they advance.

War is not the best way of settling differences; it is the only way of preventing their being settled for you.

I don't believe in an afterlife but I still fully expect to see my brother again.

You forgot my first lesson: don't hesitate.

The rule is you have to dance a little bit in the morning before you leave the house because it changes the way you walk out in the world.

The limelight is a tricky place, because you can't believe what's going on around you. You stop observing. You stop perceiving. You stop extending yourself, and you become isolated.

I sat down and wrote some jokes and went to the talent show, got up on stage, fell in love with it and never turned back.