If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet.

That is one good thing about this world - there are always sure to be more springs.

Trees have as much individuality as human beings. Not even two spruces are alike. There is always some kink or curve or bend of bough to single each one out from its fellows.

But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?

When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.

She seemed to walk in an atmosphere of things about to happen.

Nathan always believed his wife was trying to poison him but he didn't seem to mind. He said it made life kind of exciting.