Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

From the time the Englishman's bones harden into bones at all, he makes his skeleton a flagstaff, and he early plants his feet like one who is to walk the world and the decks of all the seas.

Old people, who have felt blows and toil and known the world's hard hand, need, even more than children do, a woman's tenderness.

We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.

I first met Myra Henshawe when I was fifteen, but I had known her about ever since I could remember anything at all.

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

Life was so short that it meant nothing at all unless it were continually reinforced by something that endured; unless the shadows of individual existence came and went against a background that held together.