The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own. - Willa Cather

Once giving way to tears, she wept bitterly for all that she had lost, and all that she must lose so soon. Her mother had had the courage to leave everything she loved and to come out here with her father; she in turn ought to show just that same courage about going back, but she could not find it in her heart.

"Have the last word ma'm," he said cheerfully, "It's a lady's priviledge."

Only the stupid and the phlegmatic should teach.