A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.

I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.