Human beings owe a debt of love to one another because there is no other method of paying the debt of love and care which all of us owe to providence. - Nathaniel Hawthorne

Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods.

Amid the seeming confusion of our mysterious world, individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another and to a whole, that, by stepping aside for a moment, a man exposes himself to a fearful risk of losing his place forever.

Here, there was the taint of deepest sin in the most sacred quality of human life, working such effect, that the world was only the darker for this woman's beauty, and the more lost for the infant that she had borne.