Art Is a Way Out. Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the débris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is just such a path. Art is distilled from suffering.

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears.

At college, and perhaps for a year afterwards, they had believed in literature, had believed in Beauty and in personal expression as an absolute end. When they lost this belief, they lost everything.

Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?

Numbers constitute the only universal language.

Every child, everywhere; in the whole world there was not one child who was not gravely, sweetly dancing.

Her sureness was based on the power to limit experience arbitrarily.

Like a dead man, only friction could make him warm or violence make him mobile.

Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity.

He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.

He felt as though his heart were a bomb, a complicated bomb that would result in a simple explosion, wrecking the world without rocking it.

Make time to study the Holy Scripture.

True service is a lifestyle. It acts from the ingrained patterns of living. It springs spontaneously to meet human need.

What is the use for a man to have at his disposal a large field of action, if within himself he remains confine to the narrow limits of his individuality.

In many situations that seemed desperate, the artillery has been a most vital factor.

Maybe I was young and 'cute' (after all, I was only twenty then), but I've learned over the years that when you put white lab coats on chemists, they all look alike!

Our ideas of self are created by identification. The less we cling to ideas of self, the freer and happier we will be.

I've learned that if you want people to join in any kind of conservation effort, you have to help them to care with their hearts, not just their heads.

The first American ancestor of our name was a younger son of these old Devonshire people, and came to the Virginia colony in the reign of Charles the First.

She entered a state where prayer and poetry became one and the everyday world seemed full of holiness and significance.

If there is a God who will damn his children forever, I would rather go to hell than to go to heaven and keep the society of such an infamous tyrant.