books have been my greatest comfort, castle-building a never-failing delight, and scribbling a very profitable amusement.
Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.
Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!
I asked for bread, and I got a stone in the shape of a pedestal.
…misfortune was much more interesting to her than good luck.
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.