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A man needs a purpose for real health.
You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.
I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.
Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.
Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
Many people must live and die alone, even in Winesburg.
When a job is to be done there's no use putting it off.
Friends you have, people you love, die and are born again.
The writing of words can lead to all sorts of absurdities.
Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.
Nothing gives quite the satisfaction that doing things brings.
Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.
If you are to become a writer you'll have to stop fooling with words.
He thought about himself and to the young that always brings sadness.
Father was made for romance. For him there was no such thing as a fact.
Realism, in so far as the word means reality to life, is always bad art.
Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not.
The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.
It has long been my desire to be a little worm in the fair apple of Progress.
People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast.
I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too.
You can make a killing as a playwright in America, but you can't make a living.
It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.
Draw, draw, hundreds of drawings. Try to remain humble. Smartness kills everything.
The writer, an old man with a white moustache, had some difficulty getting into bed.
It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.
If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me.
The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.
The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.
If I can write everything out plainly, perhaps I will myself understand better what has happened.
The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.
The disease we all have and that we have to fight against all our lives is ... the disease of self.
There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.
It is all right you're saying you do not need other people, but there are a lot of people who need you.
Work accomplished means little. It is in the past. What we all want is the glorious and living present.
Above all avoid taking the advice of men who have no brains and do not know what they are talking about.
I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.
It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.
...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.
People who have few possessions cling tightly to those they have. That is one of the facts that make life so discouraging.
I feel that I am writing out of a full life. I am a rich man, rich in men known, in adventures had. I am rich with living.
You must not become a mere peddler of words. The thing to learn is to know what people are thinking about, not what they say.
There is this thing called life. We live it, not as we intend or wish, but as we are driven on by forces outside and inside ourselves.
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.
All of the people of my time were bound with chains. They had forgotten the long fields and the standing corn. They had forgotten the west winds.
In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers
What is to be got at to make the air sweet, the ground good under the feet, can only be got at by failure, trial, again and again and again failure.
It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much respect
Next to occupation is the building up of good taste. That is difficult, slow work. Few achieve it. It means all the difference in the world in the end.