No man can be stronger than his destiny.

All mountain streets have streams to thread them, or deep grooves where a stream might run. You would do well to avoid that range uncomforted by singing floods. You will find it forsaken of most things but beauty and madness and death and God.

It is no use trying to improve on children's names for wildflowers.

This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough

I suppose that Italy must always lie like some lovely sunken island at the bottom of all passionate dreams, from which at the flood it may arise; the air of it is charged with subtle essences of romance. One supposes Italy must be organized for the need of lovers.

When a woman ceases to alter the fashion of her hair, you guess that she has passed the crisis of her experience.

Life set itself to new processions of seed-time and harvest, the skin newly turned to seasonal variations, the very blood humming to new altitudes.