In the economy of nature nothing is ever lost. I cannot belive that the soul of man shall prove the one exception

Nature can be trusted to work her own miracle in the heart of any man whose daily task keeps him alone among her sights, sounds and silences.

The seasons run with swift feet.

Of two evils, I always choose the lesser.

it takes the very wisest person there is to know when to talk, and when to keep still.

To my way of thinking and working, the greatest service a piece of fiction can do any reader is to force him to lay it down with a higher ideal of life than he had when he took it up.

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.