Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.

The man who interprets Nature is always held in great honor.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue.

Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.

Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.

Distance is the only cure for certain diseases.