The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.

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

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

After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to be.

You must not begin to fret about the successes of cheap people. After all, what have they to do with you?

In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he was growing older. His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry 'To-day, to-day,' like a child's.

To fulfil the dreams of one's youth; that is the best that can happen to a man. No worldly success can take the place of that.