Beth ceased to fear him from that moment, and sat there talking to him as cozily as if she had known him all her life, for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride.

...and clung more closely to the dear human love, from which our Father never means us to be weaned, but through which He draws us closer to Himself.

Dear me, if men and women would only trust, understand, and help one another as my children do, what a capital place the world would be!

All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into bread and butter.

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.

Cast your bread upon the waters, and after many days it will come back buttered.

I for one don't want to be ranked among idiots, felons, and minors any longer, for I am none of them.