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.

The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only — a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.

I love to smell flowers in the dark," she said. "You get hold of their soul then.

The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.

It's not what the world holds for you. It's what you bring to it.

I am well in body although considerable rumpled up in spirit.

To dispair is to turn your back on God.