In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days; Forth go all hearts, all hands, from out the town, To bring her gayly in, This wild, sweet… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
My only wickedness is that I love you; my only goodness, the same. — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
It is easy to be humble when a greater is preferred; but when an inferior is lifted high above our heads, how can we… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
If we neglect our privileges, the gods take them from us. — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
warm-heartedness generally begins at home, and those who are warm to others are warmer to themselves; it is but the overflow. — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
Are we to go out with trumpets and tell everything we know, just because it is true? Is there not such a thing as… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
O, pluck was he to the backbone and clear grit through and through; Boasted and bragged like a trooper; but the big words wouldn't… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars, In floating, curling sprays, The golden flower comes shining though the woods These February days; Forth go… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
a daughter's love for a kind father ... is mixed with the careless happiness of childhood, which can never come again. Into the father's… — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
Theories are like scaffolding: they are not the house, but you cannot build the house without them. — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
“For years of faithfulness even as a child are not thrown away, but yield . . . a strength at last in times of trial.” — Constance Fenimore Woolson Copy Share Image
