When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out.

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.

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

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

I love bright red drinks, don’t you? They taste twice as good as any other color.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

It has always seemed to me. ever since early childhood, amid all the commonplaces of life, i was very near to a kingdom of ideal beauty. Between it and me hung only a thin veil. I could never draw it quite aside, but sometimes a wind fluttered it and I caught a glimpse of the enchanting realms beyond-only a glimpse-but those glimpses have always made life worthwhile.