The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here and there the dark pointed firs stood up with snow powdering their branches and the wind whistling through them.

Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.

Fear is the original sin. Almost all of the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.It is a cold slimy serpent coiling about you. It is horrible to live with fear; and it is of all things degrading.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

A favor is never so long-lived as a grudge.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.