O, blackberry tart, with berries as big as your thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and a crust to endear them that will go to cream in yo….

I wonder is happiness only an essence of good living, that you shall taste only once or twice while you live, and then go on living with the taste in….

There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough..

Strange that only a little problem of your own will take your mind far from a tragedy belonging to others..

But you have gone now, all of you that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind….

Though neither happiness nor respect are worth anything, because unless both are coming from the truest motives, they are simply deceits. A successfu….

A man will never know a woman until he knows her work..

I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me those who are to come. I looked back and saw my father, and his father, and all our fathers, and in….

There is beautiful you are." "No," said Marged, between a sigh and a sob. "Yes," said Owen. "No," said Marged, not so certain. "Behold," Owen said, f….

Men lose their birthrights for a mess of pottage only if they stop using the gifts given them by God for their betterment. By prayer. That is the fir….

Let the Unions become engines for the working people to right their wrongs. Not benefit societies, or burial clubs. Let the Unions become civilian re….

O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours t….

Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery i….

How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone..

Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp..

You will only learn in a fight how much you've got to learn..

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father..

Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song..

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might..