Beautiful women, whose beauty meant more than it said... was their brilliancy always fed by something coarse and concealed? Was that their secret?

The sun was like a great visiting presence that stimulated and took its due from all animal energy. When it flung wide its cloak and stepped down over the edge…

He had seen the end of an era, the sunset of the pioneer. He had come upon it when already its glory was nearly spent. So in the buffalo times a traveller used…

The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.

There are women who are not beautiful but only look that way.

I never saw a more beautiful woman, enormous eyes, skin the color of Devonshire cream.

Who seems most hideous when adorned the most.