She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I had walked of late fell away. The woo…

- Mary Johnston

My feeling toward the animal is that he is our younger brother, and that we are our brothers keeper.

- Mary Johnston

All things die not: while the soul lives, love lives: the song may be now gay, now plaintive, but it is deathless.

- Mary Johnston