Nature can be trusted to work her own miracle in the heart of any man whose daily task keeps him alone among her sights, sounds and silences..

Be sure that you are right; and then go ahead..

I know men and women. An honourable man is an honourable man, and a liar is a liar; both are born and not made. One cannot change to the other any mo….

You cannot write on the heart of another what you do not feel yourself..

it takes the very wisest person there is to know when to talk, and when to keep still..

Nature always levies her tribute..

To my way of thinking and working, the greatest service a piece of fiction can do any reader is to leave him with a higher ideal of life than he had ….

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful..

If you are lazy, and accept your lot, you may live in it. If you are willing to work, you can write your name anywhere you choose..

How a big majority of book critics and authors have come to believe and to teach that no book is true to life unless it is true to the worst in life,….

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them..

There never was a moment in my life, when I felt so in the Presence, as I do now. I feel as if the Almighty were so real, and so near, that I could r….

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on..

Is he well educated?" "Yes, I think so, as far as he's gone," I answered. "Of course he will go on being educated every day of his life, same as fath….

I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration..

a trouble shared is a trouble half endured..

there was nothing in the whole world so dreadful as the power of riches wrongly used..

Do you know that being a stranger is the hardest thing that can happen to any one in all this world?.

We never know the timber of a man's soul until something cuts into him deeply and brings the grain out strong. You've the making of a mighty fine pie….

Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor o….

There was an exquisitely beautiful conception in my brain when I did this piece of work all alone from midnight until morning after the experience of….