I think we are all hopelessly flawed.

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.

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!

I ask not for any crown But that which all may win; Nor try to conquer any world Except the one within.

Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can

Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents.

Resolved to take fate by the throat and shake a living out of her.