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.

I've got 's much feelin' as the next one, but when folks drives in their spiggits and wants to draw a bucketful o' compassion every day right straight along, there does come times when it seems as if the bar'l was getting low.

Love isn't blind; it's only love that sees!

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.

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?

In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong.

There is something out of gear about graded schools and all that. Memory is developed at the expense of what in general we are pleased to call thought and character.