The snow, which had fallen quietly at first, was now pelting against the windowpanes, driven by a wicked wind; the storm was rapidly assuming proportions of a blizzard.
Frances Parkinson KeyesTaking the way that opens, even if it seems hardly more than a footpath, not infrequently leads to the highways of heart's desire, if not to fame and fortune.
Frances Parkinson KeyesOf all the men I have known, I cannot recall one whose mother did her level best for him when he was little who did not turn out well when he grew up.
Frances Parkinson Keyes