we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

The seasons run with swift feet.

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.

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

I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.

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

Money was their God; work their religion.