And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night
A man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man.
The dissenter is every human being at those moments of his life when he resigns momentarily from the herd and thinks for himself.
To see the earth as it truly is, small and blue in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the eternal cold - brothers who know now they are truly brothers.
Once you permit those who are convinced of their own superior rightness to censor and silence and suppress those who hold contrary opinions, just at that moment the citadel has been surrendered.
A real writer learns from earlier writers the way a boy learns from an apple orchard -- by stealing what he has a taste for, and can carry off
