There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.
That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself.
In this world people have to pay an extortionate price for any exceptional gift whatever.
The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.
When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.
The supreme virtue in art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives it the right to be.
Malcolm Gladwell - Zig Ziglar - Virginia Woolf - J. K. Rowling - George Orwell - Nora Roberts - Lu Yu - Joseph Campbell - Jared Diamond - Emily Post