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.

There is no support so strong as the strength that enables one to stand alone.

I waited and worked, and watched the inferior exalted for nearly thirty years; and when recognition came at last, it was too late to alter events, or to make a difference in living.

What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason.

... the novel, as a living force, if not as a work of art, owes an incalculable debt to what we call, mistakenly, the new psychology, to Freud, in his earlier interpretations, and more truly, I think, to Jung.

Life may take away happiness. But it can't take away having had it.

The truth is I've got the land on my back, an' it's drivin' me. Land is a hard driver.