So we gave the afternoon some sanity after all and I wonder, Uncle Andrew, is life sane, as we tried to make it? Or is it insanity, as it was yesterday on the Gerard plantation?...

I earn my own respect,” I told Emilie. “I don’t ride the coattails of someone else.

You don’t trade in the devil you know for the one you don’t know.

When a woman’s face is wrinkledAnd her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday!Aside she’s cast, No one respect will pay;Remember, Lasses, remember.And while the sun shines make hay:You must not expect in December, The flowers...

There are different kinds of love, Sarah. I feel one kind of love for your father. A special kind. Another kind for Warren. And still a different kind for you children.’ She smiled at me....

…I’ve learned that doing what you think is right doesn’t always make you feel good. For another, I’ve learned that sometimes you just have to keep on going when you want to do nothing but...

I didn’t know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.

He is not a punishing God, Lizzy. That is the mistake most people make, thinking He sits with an account book and a big fist, waiting to punish us. He is not a wrathful God...

Haven’t my past sermons taught you anything?””Yes,” Emilie threw at him, “that you pray for those who are close to God, and those who aren’t, who need Him, you toss away like garbage.

I find American girls have a spirit and honesty about them that is most refreshing.