There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never been told. - Willa Cather

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

Father Latour began to tell them about his friendly relations with Protestants in Ohio, but they had not room in their minds for two ideas.

"Jim," she said earnestly, "if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain't never forgot my own country."