Too much information is rather deadening.

Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.

Success is never so interesting as struggle

Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.

Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.

In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart.

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