Drunk Quote by Mary Hunter Austin

Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of…

— Mary Hunter Austin

Genius . . . arises in the natural, aboriginal concern for the conscious unity of all phenomena.

— Mary Hunter Austin

Man is not himself only...He is all that he sees; all that flows to him from a thousand sources...He is the land, the lift…

— Mary Hunter Austin

This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough

— Mary Hunter Austin

No man can be stronger than his destiny.

— Mary Hunter Austin

The utmost the American novelist can hope for, if he hopes at all to see his work included in the literature of his time,…

— 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

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

In the common esteem, not only are the only good aboriginals dead ones, but all aboriginals are either sacred or contemptible according to the…

— Mary Hunter Austin

All mountain streets have streams to thread them, or deep grooves where a stream might run. You would do well to avoid that range…

— Mary Hunter Austin

You have to beat out for yourself many mornings on the windy headlands the sense of the fact that you get the same rainbow…

— Mary Hunter Austin

As I walk .. as I walk .. / The universe .. is walking with me .. / Beautifully .. it walks before me…

— Mary Hunter Austin