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The hallway of every man's life is paced with pictures; pictures gay and pictures gloomy, all useful, for if we be...
Laughter is wine for the soul -- laugh soft, or loud and deep, tinged through with seriousness. Comedy and tragedy...
You cannot put a rope around the neck of an idea; you cannot put an idea up against the barrack-square wall and riddle...
Wealth often takes away chances from men as well as poverty. There is none to tell the rich to go on striving, for a...
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[W]ith whitened hair, desires failing, strength ebbing out of him, with the sun gone down and with only the serenity...
Women, like men, ought to have their youth so glutted with freedom they hate the very idea of...
[The writer] catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of...
Among the many problems which beset the novelist, not the least weighty is the choice of the moment at which to begin...
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly...
I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to...
I cannot tell the truth about anything unless I confess being a student, growing and learning something new every day....
Poetry is subconscious conversation, it is as much the work of those who understand it and those who make...
The joy of poetry is that it will wait for you. Novels don't wait for you. Characters change. But poetry will wait. I...
. . . I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people.
Is there something we have forgotten? some precious thing
We have lost, wandering in strange...
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept
And tread our dreams beneath the jungle...
Yet would we die as some have done,
Beating a way for the rising sun.
Source:...
I have sown beside all waters in my day.
I planted deep, within my heart the fear
That wind or fowl would take...
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or m merely literary critic, tell me not to act...