Sherwood Anderson

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.

That 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 were all beautiful.

I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

People who have few possessions cling tightly to those they have. That is one of the facts that make life so discouraging.

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