The great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre wastes.

I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication.

From the time the Englishman's bones harden into bones at all, he makes his skeleton a flagstaff, and he early plants his feet like one who is to walk the world and the decks of all the seas.

How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!

There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon.

The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

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