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

Thea was still under the belief that public opinion could be placated; that if you clucked often enough, the hens would mistake you for one of themselves.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.

It is cremated youth. It is all yours--no one gave it to you.

I tell you there is such a thing as creative hate.

life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.