I'm tired of praise; and love is very sweet, when it is simple and sincere like this.

I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.

I love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.

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.

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.

All the worse for the undeniable talent which hides the evil so subtly and makes the danger so delightful.