In the midst of her tears came the thought, "When people are in danger, they ask God to save them;" and, slipping down upon her knees, she said her prayer as she had never said it before, for when human help seems gone we turn to Him as naturally as lost children cry to their father, and feel sure that he will hear and answer them.

But please hug and kiss me, everyone, and don't mind my dress, I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today.

It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.

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

I think we are all hopelessly flawed.

Good books, like good friends, are few and chosen; the more select, the more enjoyable.

It's a great comfort to have an artistic sister.