strength and beauty must go hand in hand

Now and then genius carries all before it, but not often. We have to climb slowly, with many slips and falls.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that.

Don't shut yourself up in a band box because you are a woman, but understand what is going on, and educate yourself to take part in the world's work, for it all affects you and yours.

Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.

But please hug and kiss me, everyone, and don't mind my dress, I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today.