Life was so short that it meant nothing at all unless it were continually reinforced by something that endured; unless the shadows of individual existence came and went against a background that held together.

Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible; they often flourish and grow strong together.

Oh, that's the beauty of the rose, that it blossoms and dies.

A soup like this is not the work of one man. It is the result of a constantly refined tradition. There are nearly a thousand years of history in this soup.

Dr. Howard Archie had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewish clothier and two traveling men who happened to be staying overnight in Moonstone.

The end is nothing; the road is all.

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.