“This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night.” — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
“Of course imagination is the beginning of creation. Without imagination there can be no creation.” — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
“To take each day as a separate page, to be read carefully, savoring all of the details, this is best for me,… — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
“There was no need to hurry that future—yet the length of his own youth pressed upon him. Whatever he was to do… — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
“Wandering is never waste, dear boy,' he said. 'While you wander you will find much to wonder about, and wonder is the… — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
“Crowds moved wherever he went, across the bridge to Manhattan, in New York, wherever he went, life flowed and eddied, but he… — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
“For he came to perceive that since people were his study, his teachers, the objects through which he could satisfy his persistent… — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
“His problem was the eternal question: What should he be? Inventor, scientist, artist—the energy he felt surging through him, an energy far… — Pearl S. Buck Copy Share Image
