The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.

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

I was a failure in Boston...because they thought I was too fashionable to be intelligent, and a failure in New York because they were afraid I was too intelligent to be fashionable.

To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?

One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.