Local color has a fatal tendency to remain local; but it is also true that the universal often borders on the void.

Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits..

Between the villages of Aubiere and Romagnat in the ancient Province of Auvergne there is an old road that comes suddenly over the top of a high hill….

Each new generation is a fresh invasion of savages..

Southward, two mighty ranges of the Appalachians shouldered their way into the blue distance like tremendous caravans marching across eternity..

Here the Frenchman, Spaniard, and Englishman all passed, leaving each his legend; and a brilliant and more or less feudal civilization with its arist….

Legends are material to be moulded, and not facts to be recorded..

Some of the shells brought my heart into my mouth; lying there waiting for them was intolerable. I was sure I was going to be blown to pieces..

Religions change; beer and wine remain..