In America the chief accusation seems to be one of "Eroticism." This is odd, rather puzzling to my mind. Which Eros? Eros of the jaunty "amours," or Eros of the sacred mysteries? And if the latter, why accuse, why not respect, even venerate?

I think New Mexico was the greatest experience from the outside world that I have ever had.

He always ran away from the battle with himself. Even in his own heart's privacy, he excused himself, saying, "If she hadn't said so-and-so, it would never have happened.

The fairest thing in nature, a flower, still has its roots in earth and manure.

I hold that the parentheses are by far the most important parts of a non-business letter.

The peasants of Sicily, who have kept their own wheat and make their own natural brown bread, ah, it is amazing how fresh and sweet and clean their loaf seems, so perfumed, as home-made bread used all to be before the war.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.