Money was their God; work their religion.

I know men and women. An honourable man is an honourable man, and a liar is a liar; both are born and not made. One cannot change to the other any more than that same old leopard can change its spots. After a man tells a woman the first untruth of that sort, the others come piling thick, fast, and mountain high.

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.

My publishers will make any kind of a beautiful book I design and send in to them, but ... For poetry they have less use than a rooster would have for skates.

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.

Sometimes it seems to me that the more we get hurt in this world the decenter it makes us.