His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.
I hear the singing of the lives of women. They clear mystery, the offering, and pride.
I think art is not an ornament or refinement at the fringes of human intelligence, I think it’s at the center. It’s at the core.
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
Writers, you know, are the beggars of Western society.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro’ nature, moulding men.
A man is known by the company his mind keeps.
One wanders to the left, another to the right. Both are equally in error, but, are seduced by different delusions.
You can’t forgive without loving. And I don’t mean sentimentality. I don’t mean mush. I mean having enough courage to stand up and say, ‘I forgive. I’m finished with it.’
The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother’s hand making sure I was settled in bed.