Knitting is not enough.

My mother is a good woman – a very good woman – and I am, I think, not quite all criminality, but we do not pull together. I am a piece of machinery which, not understanding, my mother winds up the wrong way, setting all the wheels of my composition going in creaking discord.

It ain’t what things actually are, it’s all they stand for.

Every now and again it would be considered wholesome for me to be more with people of my own age. Demotion to such company was a sapless exile. Their inanity was insufferable...

I don’t believe there is a God”, I said fiercely, “and if there is, He’s not the merciful being He’s always depicted, or He wouldn’t be always torturing me for His own amusement.

To grow up in intimate association with nature – animal and vegetable – is an irreplaceable form of wealth and culture.

Our greatest heart-treasure is a knowledge that there is in creation an individual to whom our existence is necessary – some one who is part of our life as we are part of theirs, some one in whose life we feel assured our death would leave a gap for a day or two.

Cowards always drag in the Bible to back theirselves up far more than proper people does...

Heed the spark or you may dread the fire...

It is the highest form of culture and craftmanship in art to use local materials. That way you stand a chance of adding to culture. The other way you are in danger of merely imitating it...