My definition (of a philosopher) is of a man up in a balloon, with his family and friends holding the ropes which confine him to earth and trying to haul him down.

...and Jo laid the rustling sheets together with a careful hand, as one might shut the covers of a lovely romance, which holds the reader fast till the end comes, and he finds himself alone in the work-a-day world again.

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?

Help one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.

Prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well.

Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can

Housekeeping ain't no joke.