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.

Dolls are safe companions.

Liberty must not be abused.

Work is always my salvation and I will celebrate it.

She fell into the moody, miserable state of mind which often comes when strong wills have to yield to the inevitable.

I do like men who come out frankly and own that they are not gods.

But, Polly, a principle that can't bear being laughed at, frowned on, and cold-shouldered, isn't worthy of the name.