We're not meant for happiness, you and I.

Jem was safe from her, and he would ride away with a song on his lips and a laugh at her expense, forgetful of her, and of his brother, and of God; while she dragged through the years, sullen and bitter, the stain of silence marking her, coming in the end to ridicule as a soured spinster who had been kissed once in her life and could not forget it.

Come and see us if you feel like it,' she said. 'I always expect people to ask themselves. Life is too short to send out invitations.

The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.

From the very first, I knew that it would be so...I smiled to myself, and said, "That -- and none other.

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.

It wouldn't make for sanity would it, living with the devil.