What is to be got at to make the air sweet, the ground good under the feet, can only be got at by failure, trial, again and again and again failure.

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.

Dream, Dream DreamDreams transform into thoughts And thoughts result in action.

You want me, Andy. I can feel it. Yes I want you, I admitted.In a way you'll never want me.

To get what he wanted, a man had to give other people what they wanted.

He is happiest be he king or peasant who finds peace in his home.

If Im in the bookstore, and I see a 700-page novel, my first thought is, Ooh, how could you cut this down to size and make a movie out of it?

The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.

People are so quick to judge and make decisions for themselves about situations they know absolutely nothing about.

I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

Her singing reminds me of a cart coming downhill with the brake on.