Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare... Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways.

Anyone who has gumption knows what it is, and anyone who hasn’t can never know what it is. So there is no need of defining it.

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

Human nature is not obliged to be consistent.

Wouldn't it be nice if roses could talk? I'm sure they could tell us such lovely things.

Nasturtiums, who colored you, you wonderful, glowing things? You must have been fashioned out of summer sunsets.