To let God make us, instead of painfully trying to make ourselves; to follow the path that his love shows us, instead of through conceit or cowardice or mockery choosing another; to trust Him for our strength and fitness as the flowers do, simply giving ourselves back to Him in grateful service,—this is to keep the laws that give us the freedom of the city in which there is no longer any night of bewilderment or ignorance or uncertainty.

Conversation's got to have some root in the past, or else you've got to explain every remark you make, an' it wears a person out.

Life was resumed, and anxious living blew away as if it had not been. I could not breathe deep enough or long enough. It was a return to happiness.

Do not hurry too fast in these early winter days, - a quiet hour is worth more to you than anything you can do in it.

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

A lean sorrow is hardest to bear.

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