the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.

Sometimes it seems to me that the more we get hurt in this world the decenter it makes us.

Money was their God; work their religion.

The world is full of happy people but no one ever hears of them. You have to fight and make a scandal to get in the papers. No one knows about all the happy people.

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.

no one in the whole world knows all a man's bignesses and all his littlenesses as his wife does.

But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora. "Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy.