All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be 'like Paris handsome and like Hector brave'.

The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

You must not begin to fret about the successes of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you?

New things are always ugly.

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

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.

Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.