A nasty letter or a sarcastic one can make you righteously angry, but what can you do about a polite letter of rejection? Nothing, really, except cry.
I'd rather be in prison in California than free anywhere else.
California, where the spring comes in the fall and the fall comes in the summer and the summer comes in the winter and the winter never comes at all.
whatever San Francisco is or is not, it is never dull. Life there is in a perpetual ferment. It is as though the city kettle had been set on the stove to boil half a century ago and had never been taken off. The steam is pouring out of the nose. The cover is dancing up and down. The very kettle is rocking and jumping. But by some miracle the destructive explosion never happens.
Genius is a good deal like the sea. . . Nothing can restrain its tide or quicken it.
It is a racking thing to have a plague of ideas and no chance to get rid of them on paper. I've nearly gone mad at times.
Perhaps after all the most breathtaking quality about San Francisco is these unexpected glimpses that you are always getting of beautiful hill-heights and beautiful valley-depths. . . . City lights, like nests of diamonds, glitter and glisten in the depths of those valleys.
I heard someone the other day who said 'How can Colin Kaepernick lead this because he's mixed and he was raised by adoptive White parents. I wonder if those people feel the same way about President [Barack] Obama.
There is no business in America that would be prevented from taking results into account when making personnel decisions.
The Puritans removed organs and paintings from churches, but bought them for private use in their homes.
Let's say that when every one of us is born we bring with us a little ring of power. That little ring is almost immediately put to use. So every one of us is already hooked from birth and our rings of power are joined to everyone else's. In other words, our rings of power are hooked to the doing of the world in order to make the world.