What you are lies with you. If you are lazy, and accept your lot, you may live in it. If you are willing to work, you can write your name anywhere you choose, among the only ones who live beyond the grave in this world, the people who write books that help, make exquisite music, carve statues, paint pictures, and work for others. Never mind the calico dress, and the coarse shoes. Work at you books, and before long you will hear yesterday's tormentors boasting that they were once classmates of yours.

the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.

Being dead was one thing, getting ready for a wedding another.

To my way of thinking and working, the greatest service a piece of fiction can do any reader is to leave him with a higher ideal of life than he had when he began. If in one small degree it shows him where he can be...gentler, saner, cleaner, kindlier...it is a wonder-working book. If it opens his eyes to one beauty in nature he never saw for himself and leads him one step toward the God of the Universe, it is a beneficial book.

If you are lazy, and accept your lot, you may live in it. If you are willing to work, you can write your name anywhere you choose.

no one in the whole world knows all a man's bignesses and all his littlenesses as his wife does.

Do you know that being a stranger is the hardest thing that can happen to any one in all this world?