Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep.

Most people are on the world, not in it-- having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them-- undiffused seporate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but seporate.

Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.

I will follow my instincts, be myself for good or ill, and see what will be the upshot.

It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when the sun gold is richest

There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties

Men use care in purchasing a horse, and are neglectful in choosing friends.