“The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?”

“The baby understands that its mother loves it. [...] Words have their origin in baby talk, so words have their origin in love.”

“It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us”

“Even if you have the wit to look by yourself in a bush away from the other children, there are not many bell crickets in the world. Probably you will find a girl like a grasshopper whom you think is a bell cricket.And finally, to your clouded, wounded heart, even a true bell cricket will seem like a grasshopper. Should that day come, when it seems to you that the world is only full of grasshoppers, I will think it a pity that you have no way to remember tonight’s play of light, when your name was written in green by your beautiful lantern on a girl’s breast.”

“She could not say why these rather inconspicuous green slopes had so touched her heart, when along the railway line there were mountains, lakes, the sea at times even clouds dyed in sentimental colors. But perhaps their melancholy green, and the melancholy evening shadows of the ridges across them, had brought on the pain. Then too, they were small, well-groomed slopes with deeply shaded ridges, not nature in the wild; and the rows of rounded tea bushes looked like flocks of gentle green sheep.”

“Perhaps they don't realize where they were, so they went on living.”

“I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.”