He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard.

Sympathy is a sweet thing.

I am lonely, sometimes, but I dare say it's good for me.

...freedom being the sauce best beloved by the boyish soul.

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.

Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.

Beth could not reason upon or explain the faith that gave her courage and patience to give up life, and cheerfully wait for death. Like a confiding child, she asked no questions, but left everything to God and nature, Father and Mother of us all, feeling sure that they, and they only, could teach and strengthen heart and spirit for this life and the life to come.