no case of libel by a negro against a white would even reach a southern court.

It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.

It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. We are tenants, not possessors, lovers and not masters.

He who tries to forget a woman, never loved her

Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing.

the truth is artistically fallacious.

Men had reached into the scrub and along its boundaries, had snatched what they could get and had gone away, uneasy in that vast indifferent peace; for a man was nothing, crawling ant-like among the myrtle bushes under the pines. Now they were gone, it was as though they had never been. The silence of the scrub was primordial. The wood-thrush crying across it might have been the first bird in the world-or the last.