Yes, one gets over things. But there are certain memories one can't bit on.
Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.
The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background.
What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.
They belonged to that vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.
We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.