“Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.”

“Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day”

“It was awful, he cried, awful, awful!Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.”

“Still, life had a way of adding day to day”

“Happy the mother who bears, happier still the biographer who records the life of such a one!”

“Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.”

“...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.”