My only answer is, if my grave stood open on one side and you upon the other I'd go into my grave before I would take one step to meet you.

Do the things you know, and you shall learn the truth you need to know.

He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard.

He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.

I'll try and be what he loves to call me, 'a little woman,' and not be rough and wild, but do my duty here instead of wanting to be somewhere else.

And when they went away, leaving comfort behind, I think there were not in all the city four merrier people than the hungry little girls who gave away their breakfasts and contented themselves with bread and milk on Christmas morning.

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.