I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

All that Ruby said was so horribly true, she was leaving everything she cared for. She had laid up her treasures on earth only. She had lived solely for the little things of life, the things that pass, forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing of one dwelling to the other. From twilight to unclouded day. ...it was no wonder her soul clung in blind helplessness to the only things she knew and loved.

Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.

Tears don't hurt like the ache does.

Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.

It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

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