I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
Miracles surround us at every turn, if we but sharpen our perceptions to them.
Only a Woman, divine, could know all that a woman can suffer.
The land belongs to the future, Carl; that's the way it seems to me. How many of the names on the county clerk's plat will be there in fifty years? I might as well try to will the sunset over there to...
There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
Pittsburgh was even more vital, more creative, more hungry for culture than New York. Pittsburgh was the birthplace of my writing.
O Sacred Heart of Mary!" she murmured by his side, and he felt how that name was food and raiment, friend and mother to her. He received the miracle in her heart into his own, saw through her eyes, kn...
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.
Trees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons.
No one can builu her security upon the nobleness of another person.
There was a basic harmony between Antonia and her mistress [Mrs. Harling]. They had strong, independent natures, both of them. They knew what they liked, and were not always trying to imitate other pe...
In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Art it seems to me should simplify.
Don't you feel that at this rate there isn't much in it? In what? In living at all, going on as we do. What do we get out of it? Take a day like this: you waken up in the morning and you're glad to be...
The idea of you is a part of my mind; you influence my likes and dislikes, all my tastes, hundereds of times when I dont realize it. You really are a part of me.
The new country lay open before me: there were no fences in those days, and I could choose my own way over the grass uplands, trusting the pony to get me home again. Sometimes I followed the sunflower...
Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
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...