Of all the bewildering things about a new country, the absence of human landmarks is one of the most depressing and disheartening.

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.

In a few hours one could cover that incalculable distance; from the winter country and homely neighbours, to the city where the air trembled like a tuning-fork with unimaginable possibilities.

Happy people do a great deal for their friends.

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.

I've seen it before. There are women who spread ruin through no fault of theirs, just by being too beautiful, too ful of life and love. They can't help it. Poeple come to them as people go to a warm fire in winter.

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.