Too much detail is apt, like any other form of extravagance, to become slightly vulgar.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent. A reporter can write equally well about everything that is presented to his view, but a creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.

I wondered if the life that was right for one was ever right for two!

When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.

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

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.