On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.

William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.

The more observing ones may have seen, but discerning people are usually discreet and often kind, for we usually bleed a little before we begin to discern.

The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.

Art, it seems to me, should simplify.

In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he was growing older. His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry 'To-day, to-day,' like a child's.

One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days.