The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge of the fields at evening, it left behind it a spent and exhausted world.

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

life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

Your vivid, exciting companionship in the office must not be your audience, you must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world.

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!

One summer evening in the year 1848, three Cardinals and a missionary were dining together in the gardens of a villa in the Sabine hills, overlooking Rome.