the group, the herd, which is any collection of children
No matter how good a man is, there’s always some horse can pitch him.
The greatest terror a child can have is that he is not loved, and rejection is the hell he fears. I think everyone in the world to a large or small extent has felt rejection. And with rejection comes anger, and with anger some kind of crime in revenge for the rejection, and with the crime guilt-and there is the story of mankind. I think that if rejection could be amputated, the human would not be what he is.
I was writing of something I did not know about, and it seems to me that in a so-called writer this is criminal.
Nobody knows why you go to a picnic to be uncomfortable when it is so easy and pleasant to eat at home.
Because he loved true things he tried to explain.
…each man and woman is like a soldier sent by God to guard some part of the castle of the Universe. And some are in the ramparts and some far deep in the darkness of the walls. But each one must remain faithful to his post and must not go running about, else the castle is in danger from the assaults of Hell.
Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure-never sure of her because you aren’t sure of yourself?
And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey-a look of longing. “Lord! I wish I could go.
I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer — and what trees and seasons smelled like — how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich.