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

there was nothing in the whole world so dreadful as the power of riches wrongly used.

we know by the odour that occasionally we are visited by skunks, which are not poetic but very beautiful.

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

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.

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

Tears were a blessing; they were a relief; they did wash the ache from the heart, ease brain strain, and encourage the soul.