A man of letters never objects to a slum. He sharpens his pen there.

To what better purpose can a man's energy be devoted, and his talents, than the resuscitation of his country's language?

The right I claim is that of every human being to speak what he believes to be the truth to whomever he may meet on his way.

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

Everybody sets out to do something, and everybody does something, but no one does what he sets out to do.

I've gotten letters, but mostly from Bible-belt types who say, you must be Satan! They come right out and call me Satan and hope that I'm damned to hell.