You are loved. If so, what else matters?

Life is a quest and love a quarrel

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, "One thing there's no getting by -- I've been a wicked girl," said I; But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!

I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.

If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.