“There are many Beths in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.”
“And the first rude sketch that the world has seenwas joy to his mighty heart,Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it art?”
“I planned to spend mine in new music," said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle-holder.”
“Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.”
“You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race.”
“You know on TV when there’s one of those awkward, shocking moments and all you hear are the crickets in the background?Well chirp fucking chirp...this is one of those moments.”