But [sorrows] won't get the better of you if you face 'em together with love and trust. You can weather any storm with them two for compass and pilot.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul. You must leave fairyland behind you.

What had seemed easy in imagination was rather hard in reality.

She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend - as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.

Poor soul, she always knew everything about her neighbors, but she never was very well acquainted with herself.

Life, deal gently with her ... Love, never desert her

It does not do to laugh at the pangs of youth. They are very terrible because youth has not yet learned that 'this, too, will pass away.