Life may take away happiness. But it can't take away having had it.

for my own purpose, I defined the art of fiction as experience illuminated.

In her single person she managed to produce the effect of a majority.

The share of the sympathetic publisher in the author's success - the true success so different from the ephemeral - is apt to be overlooked in these blatant days, so it is just as well that some of us should keep it in mind.

And where was happiness if it sprung not from the soil? Where contentment if it dwelt not near to Nature?

. . . every tree near our house had a name of its own and a special identity. This was the beginning of my love for natural things, for earth and sky, for roads and fields and woods, for trees and grass and flowers; a love which has been second only to my sense of enduring kinship with birds and animals, and all inarticulate creatures.

the old alone have finality. What is true of the young today may be false tomorrow. They are enveloped in emotion; and emotion as a state of being is fluent and evanescent.