She had...the glimmerings of a sense of humour - which is simply another name for a sense of the fitness of things.

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.

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms.

if I can't get what I want - well, I'll want what I can get.

It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.

I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return.

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.