I think she is growing up, and so begins to dream dreams, and have hopes and fears and fidgets, without knowing why or being able to explain them.

Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.

You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough burr will fall off.

The fear of being an old maid made young girls rush into matrimony with a recklessness that astonishes.

books have been my greatest comfort, castle-building a never-failing delight, and scribbling a very profitable amusement.

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.

I never knew how much like heaven this world could be, when two people love and live for one another!