"When she came to the end of one life it must not be to face the next with the shrinking terror of something wholly different---something for which accustomed thought and ideal and aspiration had unfitted her. The little things of life, sweet and excellent in their place, must not be the things lived for; the highest must be sought and followed; the life of heaven must be begun here on earth."
"But the summer had been a very happy one, too---a time of glad living with summer suns and skies, a time of keen delight in wholesome things; a time of renewing and deepening of old friendships; a time in which she had learned to live more nobly, to work more patiently, to play more heartily."
"We are never so interesting when we have learned that language is given us to enable us to conceal our thoughts."
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