Life could be cruel enough these days without the truth making it worse.

A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting.

There’s something about hospital walls; though only made of bricks and plaster, when you’re inside them the noise, the reality of the teeming city beyond, disappears; it’s just outside the door, but it might as well be a magical land far, far away.

But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The House at Riverton

Curiosity might have killed the cat, but little girls usually fared much better.

People might think writing is a hard business, but it's nowhere near acting.

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?