Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.
I don't know how to thank you.' Then I will tell you. There is only one way I care for. Do better, and grow better, and be better.
Endurance must conquer, where force could not reach.
In low theologies, hell is invariably the deepest truth, and the love of God is not so deep as hell.
Alas! how easily things go wrong!
Her heart - like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away - was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.