“One night between sunset and riverOn the old bridge we stood, you and I.Will you ever forget it, I queried,- That particular swift that went by?And you answered, so earnestly: Never!And what sobs made us suddenly shiver,What a cry life emitted in flight!Till we die, till tomorrow, for ever,You and I on the old bridge one night.”

“Everything was for tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. The present was only a bridge and on this bridge they are still groaning, as the world groans, and not one idiot ever thinks of blowing up the bridge.”

“No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.”

“I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been - if you've been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing is ever going to happen again.”

“It is a good rule after reading a new book, never to allow yourself another new one till you have read an old one in between.”

“I couldn't imagine I should find you. Why, I mighthave gone on all my life till I was inconceivably old - as old as your Papa - without ever finding you, or knowing even that you were anywhere that could be found”