How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.

A man will never know a woman until he knows her work.

There is beautiful you are." "No," said Marged, between a sigh and a sob. "Yes," said Owen. "No," said Marged, not so certain. "Behold," Owen said, from Solomon. "thou art fair. Thou hast dove's eyes." "Dove's eyes are small." Marged said. "Yours are so big they are my whole world," said Owen.

Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.

Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery into peace and contentment.

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.

You will only learn in a fight how much you've got to learn.