The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .
I'm only really alive when I'm writing.
A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.
Something in me will save me from utter ruin no matter what comes.
The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.