Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.

No woman should give her happiness into the keeping of a man without fixed principles.

I asked for bread, and I got a stone in the shape of a pedestal.

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

...the love, respect, and confidence of my children was the sweetest reward I could receive for my efforts to be the woman I would have them copy.

Work is always my salvation and I will celebrate it.

We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have the power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.