life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

Religion is different from everything else; because in religion seeking is finding.

The great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre wastes.

I suppose there were moonless nights and dark ones with but a silver shaving and pale stars in the sky, but I remember them all as flooded with the rich indolence of a full moon.

When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them, as if their reason had left them.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

Art, it seems to me, should simplify finding what conventions of form and what detail one can do without and yet preserve the spirit of the whole - so that all that one has suppressed and cut away is there to the reader's consciousness as much as if it were in type on the page.