Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.
Work is and always has been my salvation and I thank the Lord for it.
We don't choose our talents; but we needn't hide them in a napkin because they are not just what we want.
We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~
At twenty-five, girls begin to talk about being old maids, but secretly resolve that they never will. At thirty, they say nothing about it, but quietly accept the fact.
Such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe.