Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.
Above all things, I delight in listening to stories, and sometimes in telling them.
Past tears are present strength.
It is not the cares of today, but the cares of tomorrow, that weigh a man down.
Endurance must conquer, where force could not reach.
Work is not always required. There is such a thing as sacred idleness.