Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.

We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.

If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky i felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, i felt what would be would be.

The prayers of all good people are good.

There was a new kind of strength in the gravity of her face, and her colors still gave her that look of deep-seated health and ardor.

A pioneer should have imagination, should be able to enjoy the idea of things more than the things themselves.

When the eyes of the flesh are shut, the eyes of the spirit are open.