She preferred imaginary heroes to real ones, because when tired of them, the former could be shut up in the tin kitchen till called for, and the latter were less manageable.

…I can't help seeing that you are very lonely, and sometimes there is a hungry look in your eyes that goes to my heart.

It's a great comfort to have an artistic sister.

Gentlemen, be courteous to the old maids, no matter how poor and plain and prim, for the only chivalry worth having is that which is the readiest to to pay deference to the old, protect the feeble, and serve womankind, regardless of rank, age, or color.

Wouldn't it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them?

…for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them into their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.

Poor dull Concord. Nothing colorful has come through here since the Redcoats.