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

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!)

This land was an enigma. It was like a horse that no one knows how to break to harness, that runs wild and kicks things to pieces.

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

A man long accustomed to admire his wife in general, seldom pauses to admire her in a particular gown or attitude, unless his attention is directed to her by the appreciative gaze of another man.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?