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.

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

Success is never so interesting as struggle

Dr. Howard Archie had just come up from a game of pool with the Jewish clothier and two traveling men who happened to be staying overnight in Moonstone.

It takes a great deal of experience to become natural.

What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?

On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.