This is the merit and distinction of art: to be more real than reality, to be not nature but nature’s essence.
As I remember, the first real poem I wrote was about the wheat fields between Spokane and Pullman, to the south.
Avoid popularity; it has many snares, and no real benefit.
Disinterested intellectual curiosity is the life blood of real civilization.
Never had there been such an attempt to make conquest the servant of civilization. About keeping India there is no question. England has a real duty there.
When you are a people’s movement, you have one thing. Your only asset is people. And you have to deal with real people. Not the people of your imagination. Not the people you wish people would be. But people as they exist actually out there in the real world.
Good is positive. Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of heat. All evil is so much death or nonentity. Benevolence is absolute and real. So much benevolence as a man hath, so much life hath he.
If the child is left to himself, he will think more and better, if less showily. Let him go and come freely, let him touch real things and combine his impressions for himself.
There is only one real deprivation… and that is not to be able to give one’s gifts to those one loves most.
The worst solitude is to have no real friendships.