“I have an affection for the road ... formed in the impressibility of untried youth and hope.”

“In the dull twilight of the winter afternoon she came to the end of a long road which had begun the night Atlanta fell. She had set her feet upon that road a spoiled, selfish and untried girl, full of youth, warm of emotion, easily bewildered by life. Now, at the end of the road, there was nothing left of that girl. Hunger and hard labor, fear and constant strain, the terrors of war and the terrors of Reconstruction had taken away all warmth and youth and softness. About the core of her being, a shell of hardness had formed and, little by little, layer by layer, the shell had thickened during the endless months.”

“For there is no bond more lasting than that formed bythe mutual confidences of that magic time when youth is slipping fromthe sheath of childhood and beginning to wonder what lies for it beyondthose misty hills that bound the golden road.”

“The Noblest form of Affection”

“Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”

“Happiness is a state of the soul; a state in which our natures are full of the wine of an ancient youth, in which banquets last for ever, and roads lead everywhere, where all things are under the exuberant leadership of faith, hope, and charity.”