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.

Watch and pray, dear, never get tired of trying, and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault.

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'll try and be what he loves to call me, 'a little woman,' and not be rough and wild, but do my duty here instead of wanting to be somewhere else.

Dear me, if men and women would only trust, understand, and help one another as my children do, what a capital place the world would be!

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

In the books I read the sinners are always more interesting than the saints, and in real life good people are dismally dull. I've no desire to be wicked, but I do want to be happy. A short life and a gay one for me and I'm willing to pay for my pleasure if it is necessary.