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.

Man is a great blunderer going about in the woods, and there is no other except the bear makes so much noise.

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

I am not sure that God always knows who are his great men; he is so very careless of what happens to them while they live.

The utmost the American novelist can hope for, if he hopes at all to see his work included in the literature of his time, is that it may eventually be found to be along in the direction of the growing tip of collective consciousness. Preeminently the novelist's gift is that of access to the collective mind.

It is always so much easier to be moral than it is to be spiritual.

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