All that life can give anywhere is here--I mean all of life that is worth having.

But I suppose," he finished lamely, "that it's hard for you to see it that way--now.

It's like trying to make a city man understand why a fellow is never lonesome just because there's no crowd around.

I guess I love this life and am satisfied with it just as the wild horses over there at the foot of old Granite love it and are satisfied." "But don't you feel, sometimes, that if you had greater opportunities--don't you sometimes wish that you could live where--" She paused at a loss for words.

Phil somehow always made the things she craved seem so trivial.
"I know what you mean," he answered.