What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?

Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.

He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over the hills of New Mexico. It was like a great violet velvet mantle thrown down in the sun; all the shades that the dyers and weavers of Italy and France strove for through centuries, the violet that is full of rose colour and is yet not lavender; the blue that becomes almost pink and then retreats again into sea-dark purple—the true Episcopal colour and countless variations of it.

Prayers said by good people are always good prayers

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.

When the eyes of the flesh are shut, the eyes of the spirit are open.

Sometimes I wonder why God ever trusts talent in the hands of women, they usually make such an infernal mess of it. I think He must do it as a sort of ghastly joke.