We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

I am glad that the country world...retains a power to use our English tongue. It is a part of its sense of reality, of its vocabulary of definite terms, and of its habit of earthly common sense. I find this country writing an excellent corrective of the urban vocabulary of abstractions and of the emotion disguised as thinking which abstractions and humbug have loosed upon the world. May there always be such things as a door, a milk pail, and a loaf of bread, and words to do them honor.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live.

Poor body, time and the long years were the first tailors to teach you the merciless use of clothes. Though some scold today because you are too much seen, to my mind, you are not seen fully enough or often enough when you are beautiful.