Some stories are so familiar its like going home.
Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations.
Money is a needful and precious thing
I asked for bread, and I got a stone in the shape of a pedestal.
I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)
He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions.