Alexandra sighed. "I have a feeling that if you go away, you will not come back. Something will happen to one of us, or to both. People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find. What I have is yours if you care enough about me to take it.

Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.

Late one brilliant April afternoon Professor Lucius Wilson stood at the head of Chestnut Street, looking about him with the pleased air of a man of taste who does not very often get to Boston.

Sometimes," I ventured, "it doesn't occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty. . . I couldn't stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there's nobody like her.

Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world; but here the earth was the floor of the sky.

The heart, when it is too much alive, aches for that brown earth, and ecstasy has no fear of death.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.