. . . this rage - I have never forgotten it - contained every anger, every revolt I had ever felt in my life - the way I felt when I saw the black dog hunted, the way I felt when I watched old Uncle Henry taken away to the almshouse, the way I felt whenever I had seen people or animals hurt for the pleasure or profit of others.

He knows so little and knows it so fluently.

I have written chiefly because, though I have often dreaded the necessity, I have found it more painful, in the end, not to write.

Spring, which germinated in the earth, moved also with a strange restlessness, in the hearts of... women. As the weeks passed, inextinguishable hope, which mounts with the rising sap, looked from their faces.

you could have forgiven my committing a sin if you hadn't feared that I had a committed a pleasure as well.

it is wiser to be conventionally immoral than unconventionally moral. It isn't the immorality they object to, but the originality.

Life is never what one dreams. It is seldom what one desires, but for the vital spirit and the eager mind, the future will always hold the search for buried treasure and the possibility of high adventure.