The Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.

the friend in need is the one who is the friend in deed; ... if people were not friends in need, there was every likelihood that they never would be friends again in any conditions that might obtain.

There was an exquisitely beautiful conception in my brain when I did this piece of work all alone from midnight until morning after the experience of a wonderful day. But I was not able to make the consummation anywhere nearly as beautiful as the inspiration. That, I suppose, is the cry of every heart struggling for self-expression.

The wages of sin are the hardest debts on earth to pay, and they are always collected at inconvenient times and unexpected places.

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.

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

The Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.