Gene Stratton-Porter

The clear, cool, pungent atmosphere was intoxicating. The intense silence, like that of a great empty cathedral, fascinated him.

he was amazed to learn that in the swamps and forests he had lost his heart and it was calling—forever calling him.

The Bird Woman had a fine way of attending strictly to her own business.

we never know the timber of a man's soul until something cuts into him deeply and brings the grain out strong.

There is no sense in your going for an hour yet