...though nothing is damaged, everything is changed.

I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.

She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.

The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.

Our life on earth is, and ought to be, material and carnal. But we have not yet learned to manage our materialism and carnality properly; they are still entangled with the desire for ownership.

How do I know what I have to say wntil I see what I have said?

Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.