Such a nice day - out all day up in the Carter Notch direction, trout-fishing, with the long drive there and the long drive home again in time for supper. It was a lovely brook and I caught seven good trout and one small one - which eight trout-persons you should have for your breakfast if only you were near enough. It was not alone the fishing, but the delightful loneliness and being out of doors.

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?

if you don't keep and guard and mature your force, and above all, have time and quiet to perfect your work, you will be writing things not much better than you did five years ago. ... you must write to the human heart, the great consciousness that all humanity goes to make up. Otherwise what might be strength in a writer is only crudeness, and what might be insight is only observation; sentimemnt falls to sentimentality - you can write about life, but never write life itself.

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

Satisfaction, even after one has dined well, is not so interesting and eager a feeling as hunger.

Imagination is the only true thing in the world!

the mysterious moment of death proves to be a moment of waking. How one longs to take it for one's self!