She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits.
It's all now you see. Yesterday won't be over until tomorrow and tomorrow began ten thousand years ago. For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the insta...
It was only as he put his hand on the door that he became aware of complete silence beyond it, a silence which he at eighteen knew that it would take more than one person to make.
He turned the pages in steady progression, though now and then he would seem to linger upon one page, one line, perhaps one word. He would not look up then. He would not move, apparently arrested and...
Bad health is the primary reason for all life. Created by disease, within putrefaction, into decay
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn’tknow why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder
A man will talk about how he’d like to escape from living folks. but it’s the dead folks that do him the damage. It’s the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and don’t try to hold him, that he cant...
One of the saddest things is the only thing a man can do for 8 hours a day day after day is work. You can't eat 8 hours a day nor drink for 8 hours a day nor make love for 8 hours.
Too much happens ... Man performs engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.
How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.
Yet even then the music has still a quality stern and implacable, deliberate and without passion so much as immolation, pleading, asking, for not love, not life, forbidding it to others, demanding in...
When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar.
If a story is in you, it has to come out.
It takes an awful lot of character to quit anything when you are losing,
When I was little there was a picture in one of our books, a dark place into which a single weak ray of light came slanting upon two faces lifted out of the shadow.
Truth is one. It doesn't change. It covers all things which touch the heart - honor and pride and pity and justice and courage and love.
That’s what they mean by the womb of time: the agony and the despair of spreading bones, the hard girdle in which lie the outraged entrails of events.
It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.
I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion a...
I decline to accept the end of men... I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice but because he has a so...