When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.

Don't scatter your fire! You are a prose writer: stick to your own tool!

There was a patient look on the old man's face, as if the world were a great mistake and he had nobody with whom to speak his own language or find companionship.

It is not often given in a noisy world to come to the places of great grief and silence.

Write it as it is, don't try to make it like this or that. You can't do it in anybody else's way-you will have to make a way of your own.

Who was it said that you never get to a place until a day after you come, nor leave it until a day after you go?