No Vermont Town Ever Let Anybody In

One Reason We Haven't Any National Art Is Because We Have Too Much Magnificence. All Our Capacity For Admiration Is Used Up On The Splendor Of Palace-like Railway Stations And Hotels. Our National Tympanum Is So Deafened By That Blare Of Sumptuousness That We Have No Ears For The Still, Small Voice Of Beauty.

What Better Can Any Of Us Do Than To Reach For Our Own Stars ... And Know Which They Are?

There's No Healthy Life Possible Without Some Sensual Feeling Between The Husband And Wife, But There's Nothing In The World More Awful Than Married Life When It's The Only Common Ground.

The Richness And Endless Variety Of Human Relationships ... That's What Authors, Even The Finest And Greatest, Only Succeed In Hinting At. It's A Hopeless Business, Like Trying To Dip Up The Ocean With A Tea-spoon.

Vermont Is The Only Place In America Where I Ever Hear Thrift Spoken Of With Respect.