It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled.

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

They ravaged neither the rivers nor the forest, and if they irrigated, they took as little water as would serve their needs. The land and all that it bore they treated with consideration; not attempting to improve it, they never desecrated it.

In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart.

A pioneer should have imagination, should be able to enjoy the idea of things more than the things themselves.

Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.