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

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

But she still had that something which fires the imagination, could still stop one's breath for a moment by a look or gesture that somehow revealed the meaning in common things. She had only to stand in the orchard, to put her hand on a little crab tree and look up at the apples, to make you feel the goodness of planting and tending and harvesting at last. All the strong things of her heart came out in her body, that had been so tireless in serving generous emotions. It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the founders of early races.

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.

People live through such pain only once. Pain comes again—but it finds a tougher surface.

Whatever is felt upon the page without being specifically named there — that, one might say, is created.

I wondered if the life that was right for one was ever right for two!