“In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.”

Somewhere in the world there is a defeat for everyone. Some are destroyed by defeat, and some made small and mean by victory. Greatness lives in one who triumphs equally over defeat and victory.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

It is the nature of man to rise to greatness if greatness is expected of him.

Nearly everyone has his box of secret pain.

I find out of long experience that I admire all nations and hate all governments

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do, Try to be better than yourself.

A man without words is a man without thought.

The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness.

If you understand each other you will be kind to each other.

It’s a hard thing to leave any deeply routine life, even if you hate it.

The free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.

This I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual.

In poverty she is envious. In riches she may be a snob. Money does not change the sickness, only the symptoms.

Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts, perhaps the fear of a loss of power.