Fading, with the Night, the memory of a dead love, and the withered leaves of a blighted hope, and the sickly repinings and moody regrets that numb the best energies of the soul: and rising, broadening, rolling upward like a living flood, the manly resolve, and the dauntless will, and the heavenward gaze of faith-the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen!

‎You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.

Here is a golden Rule.... Write legibly. The average temper of the human race would be perceptibly sweetened, if everybody obeyedthis Rule!

One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.

I should like the whole race of nurses to be abolished: children should be with their mother as much as possible, in my opinion.

"All right", said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.

Photography is my one recreation and I think it should be done well.