People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

Some people's lives are affected by what happens to their person or their property; but for others fate is what happens to their feelings and their thoughts -- that and nothing more.

The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.

If [the writer] achieves anything noble, anything enduring, it must be by giving himself absolutely to his material. And this gift of sympathy is his great gift; is the fine thing in him that alone can make his work fine.

If youth did not matter so much to itself, it would never have the heart to go on.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.