Life was so short that it meant nothing at all unless it were continually reinforced by something that endured; unless the shadows of individual existence came and went against a background that held together.
Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange.
Let your fiction grow out of the land beneath your feet.
In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart.
There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
It takes a great deal of experience to become natural.