Happy we were the, for we had a good house, and good food and good work.
There is beautiful you are."
"No," said Marged, between a sigh and a sob.
"Yes," said Owen.
"No," said Marged, not so certain.
"Behold," Owen said, from Solomon. "thou art fair. Thou hast dove's eyes."
"Dove's eyes are small." Marged said.
"Yours are so big they are my whole world," said Owen.
A man will will never know a woman until he knows her work.
...[F]or there are times when bed is the only place on earth where peace is to be had, and that was one of them.
Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.
The beauty and music...It is a call...And some are not strong.
There is a spirit greater than you, always within reach of you, but he only comes to take charge when your own spirit is lost, and cries out in his own tongue, which you cannot know but only feel, and it is in feeling that you will have orders. Yet not even in feeling, for I felt nothing, only surprise that I was going forward.
Now you know what hurt it brings to women when men come into the world. Remember, and make it up to your Mama and to all women.