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

People always think the bread of another country is better than their own.

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.

The trouble is you almost have to marry a man before you can find out the sort of wife he needs; and usually it's exactly the sort you are not.

youth, when it is hurt, likes to feel itself betrayed.

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.

Love itself draws on a woman nearly all the bad luck in the world