What we buy, and pay for, is part of ourselves.

Solitude is such a potential thing. We hear voices in solitude, we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life; we receive counsels and comforts, we get under no other condition.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.

... money trials are not the hardest, and somehow or other, they are always overcome.

Perhaps when the light of heaven shows us clearly the pitfalls and dangers of the earth road that led to the heavenly city, our sweetest songs of gratitude will be not for the troubles we have conquered, but for those we have escaped.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.