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.

Although the primitive in art may be both interesting and impressive, as portrayed in American fiction it is conspicuous for dullness alone. Drab persons living drab lives, observed by drab minds and reported in drab writing.

And where was happiness if it sprung not from the soil? Where contentment if it dwelt not near to Nature?

convictions ... are always getting in the way of opportunities.

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

... the life of the mind is reality, and love without romantic illumination is a spiritless matter.

Cruelty, I truly believe, is the one and only sin.