Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume and the crisp, fresh odor of unfolding leaves.
Gene Stratton-PorterI do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.
Gene Stratton-PorterThe Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.
Gene Stratton-PorterWhen any man accumulates more than he can earn with his own hands, he begins to enrich himself at the expense of the youth, the sweat, the blood, the joy of his fellow men.
Gene Stratton-PorterNow what is a guest? A thing of a day! A person who disturbs your routine and interferes with important concerns. Why should any one be grateful for company? Why should time and money be lavished on visitors? They come. You overwork yourself. They go. You are glad of it. You return the visit, because it's the only way to have back at them.
Gene Stratton-Porter