But all our children for all future generations shall help to put the harvests of those days into the barns and silos of the future state.

God save it from the mildews of monopoly and tyranny, and the Red rot of insurrection and from repression's explosions! We were children, most of those of whom I have been writing.

It was a baby county, a baby state, and Vandemark Township was still struggling up toward birth.

"The thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts": but after all they are only the stirrings of the event in the womb of life.
I would not have married Virginia on the day after the party at Governor Wade's if she had in some way conveyed to me that she wanted me.

I should not have dared; for I was a child.