It's all very well to tell us to forgive our enemies; our enemies can never hurt us very much. But oh, what about forgiving our friends?

If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.

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!)

Too much detail is apt, like any other form of extravagance, to become slightly vulgar.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. I feel as if this tree knows everything I ever think of when I sit here. When I come back to it, I never have to remind it of anything; I begin just where I left off.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.