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

The Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.

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

Tears were a blessing; they were a relief; they did wash the ache from the heart, ease brain strain, and encourage the soul.

When any man accumulates more than he can earn with his own hands, he begins to enrich himself at the expense of the youth, the sweat, the blood, the joy of his fellow men.

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

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