What would a man do, if he were compelled to live always in the sultry heat of society, and could never bathe himself in cool solitude?

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream: it may be so the moment after death.

Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting.

Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to be so or not.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

'We must examine the traditional demands of our race and social structure in light of the resources we have at hand and strike a workable balance.'

There is a marvelous peace in not publishing. ... It's peaceful. Still. Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy. I like to write. I live to write. But …