Hold out your hands to feel the luxury of the sunbeams.
There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn't fool with booze until he's fifty; then he's a damn fool if he doesn't.
. . . how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.
Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
Nature is more subtle, more deeply intertwined and more strangely integrated than any of our pictures of her than any of our errors. It is not merely that our pictures are not full enough; each of our pictures in the end turns out to be so basically mistaken that the marvel is that it worked at all.
Neighbourliness is not a quality in other people, it is simply their claim on ourselves.
It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home. ’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere.