Louis Hémon

The door opened, and the men of the congregation began to come out of the church at Peribonka.

— Louis Hémon

The snow lay deep upon road and fields, for the April sun was powerless to send warmth through the gray clouds, and the heavy spring rains were yet to come.

— Louis Hémon

This chill and universal white, the humbleness of the wooden church and the wooden houses scattered along the road, the gloomy forest edging so close that it seemed to threaten, these all spoke of a harsh existence in a stern land.

— Louis Hémon

Well he knew she was one of those women who, giving themselves, give wholly, reckoning not the cost; love of body and of soul, strength of arm in the daily task, the unmeasured devotion of a spirit that does not waver. So precious the gift appeared to him that he dared not ask it.

— Louis Hémon

Love must give warmth and unfading color to every day of the dullest life.

— Louis Hémon