Sherwood Anderson

The young man's mind was carried away by his growing passion for dreams.

"Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night," he had said. "You must not try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes …

I don’t want to frighten you, but I would like to make you understand the import of what you think of attempting. You must not become a mere peddler of words. The thing to learn is to know what people are thinking about, not what they say.

You will have to know life

Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.

In the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they …

It is apparent that nations cannot exist for us. They are the playthings of children, such toys as children break from boredom and weariness.

most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not.

The life of reality is confused, disorderly, almost always without apparent purpose, whereas in the artist's imaginative life there is purpose.