Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?

Many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seem, for purely religious purposes, of course, to know more about iniquity than the unregenerate.

You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping.

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.

He became an officer and a gentleman, which is an enviable thing.

Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.