Every fine story must leave in the mind of the sensitive reader an intangible residuum of pleasure, a cadence, a quality of voice that is exclusively the writer's own, individual, unique.

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

Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.

Nearly all the Escapists in the long past have managed their own budget and their social relations so unsuccessfully that I wouldn't want them for my landlords, or my bankers, or my neighbors. They were valuable, like powerful stimulants, only when they were left out of the social and industrial routine.

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.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.

Art, it seems to me, should simplify.