It was in the spring that Josephine and I had first loved each other, or, at least, had first come into the full knowledge that we loved. I think that we must have loved each other all our lives, and that each succeeding spring was a word in the revelation of that love, not to be understood until, in the fullness of time, the whole sentence was written out in that most beautiful of all beautiful springs.

An old house with its windows gone always makes me think of something dead with its eyes picked out.

I've always held that early marriage is a sure indication of second-rate goods that had to be sold in a hurry." - Martin Harris

I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.

she was richer in those dreams than in realities; for things seen pass away, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

one reason why I like writing poetry - you can say so many things in it that are true in poetry but wouldn't be true in prose.

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.