How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little …

- Robert Nathan

Summer is the worst time of all to be alone. The earth is warm and lovely, free to go about in; and always somewhere in the distance there is a place…

- Robert Nathan

It seems to me that I have always wanted to say the same things in my books: that life is one, that mystery is all around us, that yesterday, today a…

- Robert Nathan

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage.

- Robert Nathan

Where I come from Nobody knows; And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows.

- Robert Nathan

Give thanks for sorrow that teaches you pity; for pain that teaches you courage-and give exceedingly thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery s…

- Robert Nathan

There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday.

- Robert Nathan