Men are all right for friends, but as soon as you marry them they turn into cranky old fathers, even the wild ones.

I was thinking, as I watched her, how little it mattered –about her teeth for instance. I know so many women who have kept all the things she had lost, *but whose inner glow has faded*. Whatever else was gone, Antonia had not lost the fire of life.

One afternoon late in October of the year 1697, Euclide Auclair, the philosopher apothecary of Quebec, stood on the top of Cap Diamant gazing down the broad, empty river far beneath him.

Merely having seen the season change in a country gave one the sense of having been there for a long time.

I have sometimes thought that his bursts of imaginative talk were fatal to his poetic gift. He squandered too much in the heat of personal communication.

The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.

After all, the supreme virtue in all art is soul, perhaps it is the only thing which gives art a right to be.