Setting ... is accident. Either a building is part of a place, or it is not. Once that kinship is there, time will only make it stronger.

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.

The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.

Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.

Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones. They begin to tell you what's sensible and what's foolish, and want you to stick at home all the time. I prefer to be foolish when I feel like it, and be accountable to nobody.

The two friends stood for a few moments on the windy street corner, not speaking a word, as two travelers, who have lost their way, sometimes stand and admit their perplexity in silence. (O Pioneers!)

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.