Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.

It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

Most things are predestined, but some are just darn sheer luck, said Roaring Abel.

Houses are like people - some you like and some you don't like - and once in a while there is one you love.

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.