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.

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears.

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.

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.

Leadership comes at a cost.It’s called servant leadership.

Sir, I had rather be right than to be President.

Freedom of the press is guaranteed only to those who own one.

We, as human beings, must be willing to accept people who are different from ourselves.

I run upright mostly when I see daylight, so if you watch film you'll see I don't get hit in the chest much.

I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left...

As I get older, I realize a lot of the things I could have done - things that I didn't think were so great at the time - actually would have been enjoyable.

Cooper wrote a novel which is absolutely indistinguishable from Austen, completely from a female point of view, completely English, no sense that he was an American.

When a person supposes that he knows, and does not know; this appears to be the great source of all the errors of the intellect.

If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me; For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.