Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones.
Happy people do a great deal for their friends.
Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.
Art, it seems to me, should simplify.
The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.
There is a popular superstition that "realism" asserts itself in the cataloguing of a great number of material objects, in explaining mechanical processes, the methods of operating manufactories and trades, and in minutely and unsparingly describing physical sensations. But is not realism, more than it is anything else, an attitude of mind on the part of the writer toward his material, a vague indication of the sympathy and candour with which he accepts, rather than chooses, his theme?
From two ears that had grown side by side, the grains of one shot up joyfully into the light, projecting themselves into the future, and the grains from the other lay still in the earth and rotted; and nobody knew why.
She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last.
I ain't got time to learn. I can work like mans now.
Nearly all the Escapists in the long past have managed their own budget and their social relations so unsuccessfully that I wouldn't want them for my landlords, or my bankers, or my neighbors. They were valuable, like powerful stimulants, only when they were left out of the social and industrial routine.
The higher processes are all processes of simplification. The novelist must learn to write, and then he must unlearn it; just as the modern painter learns to draw, and then learns when utterly to disregard his accomplishment, when to subordinate it to a higher and truer effect.
I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication.
The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.
We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.
Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.
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