The past was nothing to her; offered no lesson which she was willing to heed. The future was a mystery which she never attempted to penetrate. The present alone was significant.

It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.

Have you ever heard the earth breath?

The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.

There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.

In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.