Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

At twenty-five, girls begin to talk about being old maids, but secretly resolve that they never will. At thirty, they say nothing about it, but quietly accept the fact.

Well, if I can't be happy, I can be useful, perhaps.

Don't shut yourself up in a band box because you are a woman, but understand what is going on, and educate yourself to take part in the world's work, for it all affects you and yours.

Because they are mean is no reason why I should be. I hate such things, and though I think I've a right to be hurt, I don't intend to show it. (Amy March)

…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.

Life is my university, and I hope to graduate from it with some distinction.