On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word.
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.
My shoes are clean from walking in the rain.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you’re not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you’re not interested or even involved.
The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that’s no Harvard lie.
Avoid the world, it’s just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.
If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy.
If you own a rug you own too much.
One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.
Forgive everyone for your own sins and be sure to tell them you love them which you do.
Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain...
I’m going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.
No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.