A creative writer can do his best only with what lies within the range and character of his deepest sympathies.
When the eyes of the flesh are shut, the eyes of the spirit are open.
What if - what if Life itself were the sweetheart?
Yet the summer which was to change everything was coming nearer every day. When boys and girls are growing up, life can't stand still, not even in the quietest of country towns; and they have to grow up, whether they will or no. That is what their elders are always forgetting.
Only a Woman, divine, could know all that a woman can suffer.
Prayers said by good people are always good prayers