Too much information is rather deadening.

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.

Freedom so often means that one isn't needed anywhere. Here you are an individual, you have a background of your own, you would be missed. But off there in the cities there are thousands of rolling stones like me. We are all alike; we have no ties, we know nobody, we own nothing.

She had certain thoughts which were like companions, ideas which were like older and wiser friends.

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

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

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