"You should not be discouraged; one doe not die of a cold," the priest said to the bishop. The old man smiled. "I shall not die of a cold, my son. I shall die of having lived." |
[To simplify] is very nearly the whole of the higher artistic process; finding what conventions of form and what detail one can do without -- and yet preserve the spirit of the whole. |
A child's attitude toward everything is an artist's attitude. |
Alcohol is perfectly consistent in its effects upon man. Drunkenness is merely an exaggeration. A foolish man drunk becomes maudlin; a bloody man, vicious; a coarse man, vulgar. |
All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. |
Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world, but here the earth is the floor of the sky. |
Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere. |
Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact. |
He had the uneasy manner of a man who is not among his own kind, and who has not seen enough of the world to feel that all people are in some sense his own kind |
I don't want anyone reading my writing to think about style. I just want them to be in the story. |
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. |
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. I feel as if this tree knows everything I ever think of when I sit here. When I come back to it, I never have to remind it of anything; I begin just where I left off. |
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived. |
I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon. |
I tell you there is such a thing as creative hate. |