I beg of you, you good people who want to hear stories told: look at this page and recognize the wisdom of my grandmother and of all old story-telling women!

The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.

It is impossible that a town will not play a part in your life, it does not even make much difference whether you have more good or bad things to say of it, it draws your mind to it, by a mental law of gravitation.

While we are young the idea of death or failure is intolerable to us; even the possibility of ridicule we cannot bear.

Truth, like time, is an idea arising from, and dependent upon, human intercourse.

You know you are truly alive when you’re living among lions.

It is difficult to restrain admirers of Shakespeare once they have begun to speak of him.