“O month when they who love must love and wed.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what ‘Uncle Tom’s Cabin’ did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough – I wrote faster than I would write a letter – two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson
“When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.”
– Helen Hunt Jackson