How could youths better learn to live than by at once trying the experiment of living?

I feel as if my life had grown more outward when I can express it.

In some pictures of Provincetown the persons of the inhabitants are not drawn below the ankles, so much being supposed to be buried in the sand.

The fact which the politician faces is merely that there is less honor among thieves than was supposed, and not the fact that theyare thieves.

Farmers are respectable and interesting to me in proportion as they are poor.

They will wait, well disposed, for others to remedy evil, that they may no longer have have it to regret.

. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days. . . .