God took pattern after a pine tree and built you noble.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

Learning without wisdom is a load of books on a donkey's back.

Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.