“If the bards of old the true has toldThe sirens have raven hair.But over the earth since art had birth,They paint the angels fair.”

“But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it…love has been rosy red in it…births have been here…all the passions…all the hopes. It is full of wraths.”

“Which would you rather be if you had the choice--divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?”

“I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.”

“I doubt if I shall ever have time to read the book again -- there are too many new ones coming out all the time which I want to read. Yet an old book has something for me which no new book can ever have -- for at every reading the memories and atmosphere of other readings come back and I am reading old years as well as an old book.”

“I have a dream," he said slowly. "I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends -- and you!”

“Some are born old maids, some achieve old maidenhood, and some have old maidenhood thrust upon them ," parodied Miss Lavendar whimsically.”