This is a very small world; we are all within hail of each other. I dare say when we get to Heaven there will not be a stranger to make friends with. - Sarah Orne Jewett

Through this piece of rough pasture ran a huge shape of stone like the great backbone of an enormous creature. At the end, near the woods, we could climb up on it and walk along to the highest point; there above the circle of pointed firs we could look down over all the island, and could see the ocean that circled this and a hundred other bits of island-ground, the mainland shore and all the far horizons. It gave a sudden sense of space, for nothing stopped the eye or hedged one in, — that sense of liberty in space and time which great prospects always give.

So we always keep the same hearts, though our outer framework fails and shows the touch of time.

T’aint’ no use to look for public sperit ‘less you’ve got some yourself.