Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures.

Of a truth, Knowledge is power, but it is a power reined by scruple, having a conscience of what must be and what may be. . . .

I can't bear fishing. I think people look like fools sitting watching a line hour after hour-or else throwing and throwing, and catching nothing.

Selfish— a judgment readily passed by those who have never tested their own power of sacrifice.

The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.