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.
It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.
...a capital patient, as she never died and never got well.
strength and beauty must go hand in hand
I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.
The dirt is picturesque, so I don't mind.