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

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.

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.

Interest in the lives of others, the high evaluation of these lives, what are they but the overflow of the interest a man finds in himself, the value he attributes to his own being?.

WORDS HAVE NO EXPIRATION DATE

It's easy to make money when you have a lot of it.

To me, a critic is some loser who has no idea... someone with an opinion. We all have opinions. No offense, but what makes them dictate what is cool and what is not.

I wish I could say I see my little brother more. We used to fight all the time but now that I don't see him very often I cherish the time I have with him.

States, like individuals, who observe their engagements, are respected and trusted: while the reverse is the fate of those who pursue an opposite conduct.

Seek those who find your road agreeable, your personality and mind stimulating, your philosophy acceptable, and your experience helpful. Let those who do not, seek their own kind.

Commit a little bit more to the world outside of your own life. Get people talking.

The market is not a place, a thing, or a collective entity. The market is a process, actuated by the interplay of the actions of the various individuals cooperating under the division of labor.

If you go out and watch nature closely, you will find something so joyful that it will completely fill you.

Sonny Boy Williamson (II) was a beautiful guy, a straight guy... (but) he was always raising hell one way or another, so you never could tell if he was drunk or sober.