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.

For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have silenced the very birds and insects, and, lying sunk in the tasselled meadow grasses, one looks up through a level roofing of maple-leaves at the vast, shadowless, and unsuggestive blue.

Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.

It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.

I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.

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

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?