The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own. — Willa Cather

To people off alone, as we were, there is something stirring about finding evidences of human labour and care in the soil of an empty country. It comes to you as a sort of message, makes you feel differently about the ground you walk over every day.

Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had.

A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.