In this cruel world kindness should always be repaid.

She could not read a book for fear of the feelings she might find in it.

In this cruel world kindness should always be repaid.

What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?

I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy

Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover.

Art, its completeness, its formedness, its finishedness, had no power to console. Words on the other hand, were a lifeline. They left their hushed rhythm behind, a counter to the slow in and out of Emmeline's breathing.