Pearl S. Buck Quote

To those at the great house it means nothing, this handful of earth, but to me it means how much! (Buck, 57)

This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night.

Crowds moved wherever he went, across the bridge to Manhattan, in New York, wherever he went, life flowed and eddied, but he was not part of it.

Of course imagination is the beginning of creation. Without imagination there can be no creation.

Whatever came to him was good. It was life. It was knowledge.

To take each day as a separate page, to be read carefully, savoring all of the details, this is best for me, I think.

Wandering is never waste, dear boy,' he said. 'While you wander you will find much to wonder about, and wonder is the first step to creation.

Make love! He disliked the phrase. Could one make love?

For he came to perceive that since people were his study, his teachers, the objects through which he could satisfy his persistent wonder about life itself, his own being among others, wherever he live...