Death grows friendlier as we grow older.

Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

Mrs. Lynde says, 'Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.

The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.

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

At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you farther on.

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