I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication.

Hunger is a powerful incentive to introspection.

The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.

No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses.

The end is nothing; the road is all.

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

I first met Myra Henshawe when I was fifteen, but I had known her about ever since I could remember anything at all.