Money was their God; work their religion.

the friend in need is the one who is the friend in deed; ... if people were not friends in need, there was every likelihood that they never would be friends again in any conditions that might obtain.

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

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

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.

There was an exquisitely beautiful conception in my brain when I did this piece of work all alone from midnight until morning after the experience of a wonderful day. But I was not able to make the consummation anywhere nearly as beautiful as the inspiration. That, I suppose, is the cry of every heart struggling for self-expression.

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.