But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that somehow revealed the meaning in common things. She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last. All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the founders of early races.

To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent.

Sometimes falling in love may look like pure madness to those not experiencing it but that's only because they're not involved. Just because other people don't understand your feelings doesn't mean they're not real or they're not important. You have to trust yourself. Feel what you feel and don't worry about anyone else. Love is about you and your significant other, remember that.

Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.

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

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.