Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night,' he had said. 'You must not try to make love definite. It is the divine accident of life. If you try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.

The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

Many people must live and die alone, even in Winesburg.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved. Be something more than man or woman. Be Tandy.

It might be that women who have beennurses should not marry physicians. They have too much respect for physicians, are taughtto have too much respect

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers