Have you ever noticed that when your mind is awakened or drawn to someone new, that person's name suddenly pops up everywhere you go? My friend Sophie calls it coincidence, and Mr. Simpless, my parson friend, calls it Grace. He thinks that if one cares deeply about someone or something new one throws a kind of energy out into the world, and "fruitfulness" is drawn in.

After all, what's good enough for Austen ought to be good enough for anyone.

I never met a man half so true as a dog. Treat a dog right, and he'll treat you right. He'll keep you company, be your friend, and never ask you no questions. Cats is different, but I never held that against 'em.

Those times, I tried to think of something happy, something I'd liked - but not something I loved, for that made it worse.

Reading keeps you from going ga-ga.

‎What a blight that woman is. Do you happen to know why? I lean toward a malignant fairy at her christening.

He had no imagination either-fatal for one engaged in child-rearing