There is something frank and joyous and young in the open face of the country. It gives itself ungrudgingly to the moods of the season, holding nothing back.

Every artist makes herself born. You must bring the artist into the world yourself.

The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.

People always think the bread of another country is better than their own.

A creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.

All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be 'like Paris handsome and like Hector brave'.

The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.