It is difficult for young people to live things down. We will tolerate vice, grand larceny and the quieter forms of murder in our contemporaries... but our children's friends must show a blank service record.

Everything that begins, begins with blood.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

Even when the east excited me most, even when I was keenly aware of its superiority to the broad, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which only spared children and the very old-even then it had always for me a quality of distortion.

Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.