Love Itself Draws On A Woman Nearly

The Great Fact In Life, The Always Possible Escape From Dullness, Was The Lake. The Sun Rose Out Of It, The Day Began There; It Was Like An Open Door That Nobody Could Shut. The Land And All Its Dreariness Could Never Close In On You. You Had Only To Look At The Lake, And You Knew You Would Soon Be Free.

How Terrible It Was To Love People When You Could Not Really Share Their Lives!

Money Is A Protection, A Cloak; It Can Buy One Quiet, And Some Sort Of Dignity.

Oh, This Is The Joy Of The Rose; That It Blows, And Goes.

A Pioneer Should Have Imagination, Should Be Able To Enjoy The Idea Of Things More Than The Things Themselves.