The moment my eyes fell on him, I was content.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.

The taste of the usual was like cinders in his mouth, and there were moments when he felt as if he were being buried alive under his future.