Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

The two friends stood for a few moments on the windy street corner, not speaking a word, as two travelers, who have lost their way, sometimes stand and admit their perplexity in silence. (O Pioneers!)

On the farm the weather was the great fact, and men's affairs went on underneath it, as the streams creep under the ice.

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.

Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange.

Sometimes falling in love may look like pure madness to those not experiencing it but that's only because they're not involved. Just because other people don't understand your feelings doesn't mean they're not real or they're not important. You have to trust yourself. Feel what you feel and don't worry about anyone else. Love is about you and your significant other, remember that.

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.