“Secrets are like flowers buried under snow. Eventually they rise up and push through into the light.”

“Though we were in shelter, we could hear the rising wind, for it moaned and whistled through the rocks, and the branches of the trees crashed together as we swept along. It grew colder and colder still, and fine, powdery snow began to fall, so that soon we and all around us were covered with a white blanket”

“She turned of an ashy paleness as cold hatred and desire for revenge took possession of her vindictive soul.”

“I know that there is not in the world a more subtle poison than that which is extracted from and administered by books.”

“Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.”

“What a fine fellow is Quincey! I believe in my heart of hearts that he suffered as much about Lucy’s death as any of us, but he bore himself through it like a moral Viking. If America can go on breeding men like that, she will be a power in the world indeed.”

“Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.”