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

Let people go on talking as they like, and we will go on living as we think best.

When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.

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

How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!

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.

The end is nothing; the road is all.