There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon.

A creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.

The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska.

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

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.

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

One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days.