All pioneers are considered to be afflicted with moonstruck madness.
I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I’ve never been able to believe it. I don’t believe a rose WOULD be as nice if it was called a thistle or a skunk cabbage.
Anne always remembered the silvery, peaceful beauty and fragrant calm of that night. It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it.
But it ain’t our feelings we have to steer by through life – no, no, we’d make shipwreck mighty often if we did that. There’s only the one safe compass and we’ve got to set our course by that – what it’s right to do.
We ought always to try to influence others for good.
The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.
All life lessons are not learned at college,’she thought. Life teaches them everywhere.
Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.
You were never poor as long as you had something to love.
When you’ve learned to laugh at the things that should be laughed at, and not to laugh at those that shouldn’t, you’ve got wisdom and understanding. -Aunt Jimsie.
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
It was three o’clock in the morning – the wisest and most accursed hour of the clock. But sometimes it sets us free.
Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by – not because she had no future but because she had no past.
There might be some hours of loneliness. But there was something wonderful even in loneliness. At least you belonged to yourself when you were lonely.
Life is worth living as long as there’s a laugh in it.
You noticed that I wore this outfit twice? Why, the only thing you wear twice is a sour expression.
I am simply a book drunkard.
I believe flowers have souls. I have known roses that I expect to meet in heaven.
Walter’s eyes were very wonderful. All the joy and sorrow and laughter and loyalty and aspirations of many generations lying under the sod looked out of their dark-gray depths.
The woods are never solitary – they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.