No One In This Country

How Delightful Is The Company Of Generous People, Who Overlook Trifles And Keep Their Minds Instinctively Fixed On Whatever Is Good And Positive In The World About Them. People Of Small Caliber Are Always Carping. They Are Bent On Showing Their Own Superiority, Their Knowledge Or Prowess Or Good Breeding. But Magnanimous People Have No Vanity, They Have No Jealousy, And They Feed On The True And The Solid Wherever They Find It. And What Is More, They Find It Everywhere.

Nothing Is Sadder Than The Consequences Of Having Worldly Standards Without Worldly Means.

The Creative Impulses Of Man Are Always At War With The Possessive Impulses.

The Writer Is Important Only By Dint Of The Territory He Colonizes.

No One In This Country Has Any Root Anywhere; We Don't Live In America, We Board Here, We Are Like Spiders That Run Over The Surface Of The Water.