having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.

pretense is the oil that lubricates society.

the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.

War is a thing of fearful and curious anomalies ... It has shown that government by men only is not an appeal to reason, but an appeal to arms; that on women, without a voice to protest, must fall the burden. It is easier to die than to send a son to death.

Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.