What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.
Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.
All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.
It does not matter much whom we live with in this world, but it matters a great deal whom we dream of.
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.
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.
There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
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