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

After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to be.

On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.

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

In other searchings it might be the object of the quest that brought satisfaction, or it might be something incidental that one got on the way; but in religion, desire was fulfilment, it was the seeking itself that rewarded.

Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.

The prayers of all good people are good.