Loyal? As loyal as anyone who plays second fiddle ever is.

Too much detail is apt, like any other form of extravagance, to become slightly vulgar.

Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.

The qualities of a second-rate writer can easily be defined, but a first-rate writer can only be experienced. It is just the thing in him which escapes analysis that makes him first-rate.

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.

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

There was nothing but land; not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.