The only thing very noticeable about Nebraska was that it was still, all day long, Nebraska.

I had killed a big snake. I was now a big fellow.

Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible; they often flourish and grow strong together.

The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign matter.

In little towns, lives roll along so close to one another; loves and hates beat about, their wings almost touching.

The end is nothing; the road is all.

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.