Interest in the lives of others, the high evaluation of these lives, what are they but the overflow of the interest a man finds in himself, the value he attributes to his own being?.

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

I feel that I am writing out of a full life. I am a rich man, rich in men known, in adventures had. I am rich with living.

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

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.

I think that those of us who are what are called intellectuals make a terrible mistake in overvaluing the yen we have for the arts, books, etc. There is a sweet, fine quality in life that has nothing to do with this, and more and more I find myself valuing myself with those people.

...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.