People would be surprised to know how much I learned about prayer from playing poker. Mary Hunter Austin More Quotes by Mary Hunter Austin More Quotes From Mary Hunter Austin Man learned to resort to the dance when he felt helpless or fragmentary, when he felt dislocated in his universe. Mary Hunter Austin resortsdancingmen You have to beat out for yourself many mornings on the windy headlands the sense of the fact that you get the same rainbow in the cloud drift over Waban and the spray of your garden hose. And not necessarily then do you live up to it. Mary Hunter Austin gardencloudsmorning If you ever, ever, ever meet a grizzly bear, / You must never, never, never ask him where / He is going, / Or what he is doing; / For if you ever, ever dare / To stop a grizzly bear, / You will never meet another grizzly bear. Mary Hunter Austin grizzly-bearsgrizzliesdare Man is a great blunderer going about in the woods, and there is no other except the bear makes so much noise. Mary Hunter Austin woodsnoisemen I suppose no man becomes a pocket hunter by first intention. Mary Hunter Austin hunterspocketsmen Rabbits are a foolish people. They do not fight except with their own kind, nor use their paws except for feet, and appear to have no reason for existence but to furnish meals for meat-eaters. In flight they seem to rebound from the earth of their own elasticity, but keep a sober pace going to the spring. It is the young watercress that tempts them and the pleasures of society, for they seldom drink. Mary Hunter Austin fightingfeetspring Even the people who have it do not definitely know what genius is. Mary Hunter Austin geniusknowspeople Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub. Mary Hunter Austin moonwhitefriendly I do not know who sings my songs / Before they are sung by me. Mary Hunter Austin singingknowssong The arc of my mind has an equal swing in all directions. I should say the same of your mind if I thought you would believe it. But we are so saturated with the notion that Time is a dimension accessible from one direction only, that you will at first probably be shocked by my saying that I can see truly as far in front of me as I can see exactly behind me. Mary Hunter Austin one-directiontimebelieve To underestimate one's thirst, to pass a given landmark to the right or left, to find a dry spring where one looked for running water - there is no help for any of these things. Mary Hunter Austin springrunningwater Death by starvation is slow. Mary Hunter Austin starvation The utmost the American novelist can hope for, if he hopes at all to see his work included in the literature of his time, is that it may eventually be found to be along in the direction of the growing tip of collective consciousness. Preeminently the novelist's gift is that of access to the collective mind. Mary Hunter Austin novelistsliteraturemind Of the first philosophers, then, most thought the principles which were of the nature of matter were the only principles of all things. That of which all things that are consist, the first from which they come to be, the last into which they are resolved....this they say is the element and this is the principle of things.... yet they do not all agree as to the number and the nature of these principle is water. Mary Hunter Austin rainriversnumbers Life set itself to new processions of seed-time and harvest, the skin newly turned to seasonal variations, the very blood humming to new altitudes. Mary Hunter Austin variationskinsblood Nothing the desert produces expresses it better than the unhappy growth of the tree yuccas Mary Hunter Austin atheismgrowthtree Genius may be for an hour or a thousand years; its indispensable quality is continuity with the life-push. Mary Hunter Austin qualitygeniusyears In the common esteem, not only are the only good aboriginals dead ones, but all aboriginals are either sacred or contemptible according to the length of time they have been dead. Mary Hunter Austin sacredracismcommon All mountain streets have streams to thread them, or deep grooves where a stream might run. You would do well to avoid that range uncomforted by singing floods. You will find it forsaken of most things but beauty and madness and death and God. Mary Hunter Austin mountainsingingrunning Nevertheless there are certain peaks, canons, and clear meadow spaces which are above all compassing of words, and have a certain fame as of the nobly great to whom we give no familiar names. Mary Hunter Austin givewordsgreatfame
