When I went in again the little house had suddenly grown lonely, and my room looked empty as it had the day I came. I and all my belongings had died … - Sarah Orne Jewett

So we die before our own eyes; so we see some chapters of our lives come to their natural end.

It had also affected the old fishermen's hard complexions, until one fancied that when Death claimed them it could only be with the aid, not of any slender modern dart, but the good serviceable harpoon of a seventeenth century woodcut.

Man has done his best to ruin the world he lives in.

Her hospitality was something exquisite; she had the gift which so many women lack, of being able to make themselves and their houses belong entirely to a guest's pleasure, — that charming surrender for the moment of themselves and whatever belongs to them, so that they make a part of one's own life that can never be forgotten.