All this, and discontent too! Otherwise, why am I sitting here dreaming of England? Why am I gazing at this campfire like a lost should seeking a hope when all that I love is at my wingtips? Because I...
There is respect for a heart like yours, and if its beating stop, the spirit lives to guard the ways you wandered.
The young man tied his shuka on his shoulder one day and took his shield and his spear and went to war. He thought war was made of spears and shields and courage, and he brought them all. But they gav...
The mechanistic age impended over an horizon not hostile, but silently indifferent.
Silence is never so impenetrable as when the whisper of steel on paper strives to pierce it.
No human pursuit achieves dignity until it can be called work, and when you can experience a physical loneliness for the tools of your trade, you see that the other things — the experiments, the irrel...
Atop their gleaming backs the jockeys look like gaudy baubles, secured with strings. They bob up and down, they rise, lean forward, then settle again.
All the pieces are put together, and the whole is yours …’ A word grows to a thought — a thought to an idea — an idea to an act. The change is slow, and the Present is a sluggish traveller loafing in...
Our hostess backed out of the room, grinning vapidly. She had long since forgotten the meaning of a smile, but the physical ability to make the gesture remained. I felt that the grin...would shatter i...
Two brown eyes that seemed trapped in a spider web of weary lines.
You could expect many things of God at night when the campfire burned before the tents. You could look through and beyond the veils of scarlet and see shadows of the world as God first made it and hea...
We fly, but we have not 'conquered' the air. Nature presides in all her dignity, permitting us the study and the use of such of her forces as we may understand. It is when we presume to intimacy, havi...
To her all things are poignantly lacking — but she is incapable of desiring anything.
There were occasions when Denys, like all men whose minds have encompassed among other things the foibles of their species, experienced misanthropic moments; he could despair of men, but find poetry i...
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing.
The wind in the wires is like the tearing of soft silk under the blended drone of engine and propeller.
Many German flyers, having a superstition that to wish good luck brings bad luck, will see a fellow pilot off with the cheering remark, ‘Farewell — but I hope you break your arms and legs!
Life is life and fun is fun, but it’s all so quiet when the goldfish die.
The character of a dwelling, like that of a man, grows slowly.
If I were, even now, without either a dog or a horse in my keeping, I should feel I had lost contact with the earth.