Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.
Now and then genius carries all before it, but not often. We have to climb slowly, with many slips and falls.
The dirt is picturesque, so I don't mind.
Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.
Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace.
I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now.