None other than this long brown land lays such a hold on the affections. The rainbow hills, the tender bluish mists, the luminous radiance of the spring, have the lotus charm. They trick the sense of time, so that once inhabiting there you always mean to go away without quite realizing that you have not done it.

The Land of Little Rain - The Land of Little Rain (p. 16), Houghton Mifflin Company. 1903