Most timidities have such secret compensations and Miss Bart was discerning enough to know that the inner vanity is generally in proportion to the outer self depreciation.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.

It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now

When a man says he doesn't understand a woman it's because he won't take the trouble.

Think what stupid things the people must have done with their money who say they're 'happier without'.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.