When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.

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.

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

It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness.

For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.

They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.

Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.