youth, when it is hurt, likes to feel itself betrayed.

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

I tell you there is such a thing as creative hate.

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.

Merely having seen the season change in a country gave one the sense of having been there for a long time.

The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he was growing older. His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry 'To-day, to-day,' like a child's.