“He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all”
“I think the perfect pen name is Quill McSeagull. Especially for writing flights of fancy—and nothing has more feathers than a love poem.”
“As to acknowledging that he was about to obtain a triumph with the ideas of another man, he never thought of such a thing. It is generally in perfect good faith that the jackdaw struts about in the peacock's feathers.”
“Bone always outlasts feather”
“Feather to fire,fire to bloodBlood to bone,bone to marrowMarrow to ashes,ashes to snow”
“The woman who accepts the limitations of womanhood finds in those very limitations her gifts, her special calling which bears her up into perfect freedom, into the will of God.”