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

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.

What care I if it be "wild and improbable" and "lacking in literary art"? I refuse to be any longer hampered by such canons of criticism. The one essential thing I demand of a book is that it should interest me. If it does, I forgive it every other fault.

Our sacrifice is greater than his," cried Rilla passionately. "Our boys give only themselves. We give them.

There was something in her movements that made you think she never walked but always danced.

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

There is a book of Revelation in every one's life, as there is in the Bible.