Youth, When It Is Hurt, Likes To

Freedom So Often Means That One Isn't Needed Anywhere.

The Trouble Is You Almost Have To Marry A Man Before You Can Find Out The Sort Of Wife He Needs; And Usually It's Exactly The Sort You Are Not.

When The Eyes Of The Flesh Are Shut, The Eyes Of The Spirit Are Open.

In Haverford On The Platte The Townspeople Still Talk Of Lucy Gayheart.

The Sky Was A Midnight-blue, Like Warm, Deep, Blue Water, And The Moon Seemed To Lie On It Like A Water-lily, Floating Forward With An Invisible Current.