Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.

For myself, the Creek satisfies a thing that had gone hungry and unfed since childhood days. I am often lonely. Who is not? But I should be lonelier in the heart of a city.

It's very important to be just to other people. It takes years and years of living to learn that injustice against oneself is always unimportant.

He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.

Lives are only one with living. How dare we, in our egos, claim catastrophe in the rise and fall of the individual entity? There is only Life, and we are beads strung on its strong and endless thread.

Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.