Father Was Made For Romance.

You Won’t Arrive. It Is An Endless Search.

The Life Of Reality Is Confused, Disorderly, Almost Always Without Apparent Purpose, Whereas In The Artist's Imaginative Life There Is Purpose. There Is Determination To Give The Tale, The Song, The Painting, Form -- To Make It True And Real To The Theme, Not To Life.

In That High Place In The Darkness The Two Oddly Sensitive Human Atoms Held Each Other Tightly And Waited. In The Mind Of Each Was The Same Thought. "i Have Come To This Lonely Place And Here Is This Other," Was The Substance Of The Thing Felt.

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

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