The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

Wherever humanity has made that hardest of all starts and lifted itself out of mere brutality is a sacred spot.

Too much information is rather deadening.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do notintrude upon each other. The Navajos are not much in the habit of giving or of asking help. Their language is not a communicative one, and they never attempt an interchange of personality in speech. Over their forests there is the same inexorable reserve. Each tree has its exalted power to bear.

Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.

The sincerity of feeling that is possible between a writer and a reader is one of the finest things I know.