The more observing ones may have seen, but discerning people are usually discreet and often kind, for we usually bleed a little before we begin to discern.

There is something frank and joyous and young in the open face of the country. It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods of the season, holding nothing back.

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

Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

A child's attitude toward everything is an artist's attitude.

One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days.

The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.