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Red, ripe and bursting splish-splashi-goodness when punctured with tooth.
I taste sunshine, warming earth, and longer days.
Your paler cousins,tasteless and shriveled,
have been our winter promise of your return.
We must keep you all to ourselves . . .
~ Don and Audrey Wood, The Little Mouse, The Red Ripe Strawberry, and THE BIG HUNGRY BEAR
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Miss Bennett: "Books— oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the same feelings." 
"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. . ."
"Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. . . For you alone, I think and plan. "
"My beloved is mine and I am his." ~ Song of Solomon
