In the common esteem, not only are the only good aboriginals dead ones, but all aboriginals are either sacred or contemptible according to the length of time they have been dead.
Mary Hunter AustinI 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.
Mary Hunter AustinWhen a woman ceases to alter the fashion of her hair, you guess that she has passed the crisis of her experience.
Mary Hunter AustinThe 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.
Mary Hunter Austin