It is in fact the height of selfishness to merely consume what others create and to retreat into a shell of limited goals and immediate pleasures.

It is in front of the the paper that the artist creates himself.

It is in games that many men discover their paradise.

It is in general more profitable to reckon up our defeats than to boast of our attainments.

It is in general true that in order to create works of art one has to have leisure. On the other hand I think that one needs to experience resistance in a practical sense, and even that which is poignant to bring out what makes easy reading for others. Too much deprivation of course, means death.

It is in giving that I connect with others, with the world and with the divine.

It is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.

It is in identifying yourself with the hopes, dreams, fears and longings of others that you may understand them and help them.

It is in length of patience, endurance and forbearance that so much of what is good in mankind and womankind is shown.

It is in life as it is in ways, the shortest way is commonly the foulest, and surely the fairer way is not much about.

It is in literature that the concrete outlook of humanity receives its expression.

It is in love with its limitless horizontality, as New York may be with its verticality.

It is in man's heart that the life of nature's spectacle exists; to see it, one must feel it.

It is in men as in soils where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not.

It is in middle age that the interest of a life attains its highest point.

It is in middles that extremes clash, where ambiguity restlessly rules.

It is in midwinter that I sometimes glean from my pines... a curious transfusion of courage.