It Was A Cold Day

Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art.

The Whole Object Of Education Is...to Develop The Mind. The Mind Should Be A Thing That Works.

Many People Must Live And Die Alone, Even In Winesburg.

What Is To Be Got At To Make The Air Sweet, The Ground Good Under The Feet, Can Only Be Got At By Failure, Trial, Again And Again And Again Failure.

From Being Quite Sure Of Himself And His Future He Becomes Not At All Sure. If He Be An Imaginative Boy A Door Is Torn Open And For The First Time He Looks Out Upon The World, Seeing, As Though They Marched In Procession Before Him, The Countless Figures Of Men Who Before His Time Have Come Out Of Nothingness Into The World, Lived Their Lives And Again Disappeared Into Nothingness. The Sadness Of Sophistication Has Come To The Boy.