Love isn't blind; it's only love that sees!

my friends plunged into a borderless sea of reminiscences and personal news.

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.

Life was resumed, and anxious living blew away as if it had not been. I could not breathe deep enough or long enough. It was a return to happiness.

Do not hurry too fast in these early winter days, - a quiet hour is worth more to you than anything you can do in it.

When she walked...she stretched out long and thin like a little tiger, and held her head high to look over the grass as if she were treading the jungle.

Such a nice day - out all day up in the Carter Notch direction, trout-fishing, with the long drive there and the long drive home again in time for supper. It was a lovely brook and I caught seven good trout and one small one - which eight trout-persons you should have for your breakfast if only you were near enough. It was not alone the fishing, but the delightful loneliness and being out of doors.