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

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.

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

Be sure that you are right; and then go ahead.

there was nothing in the whole world so dreadful as the power of riches wrongly used.

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

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