She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him.

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't.

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.