Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!
Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.
โฆoften between ourselves and those nearest and dearest to us there exists a reserve which it is very hard to overcome.
Six weeks is a long time to wait, and a still longer time for a girl to keep a secret.
I don't worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.
I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end. (Jo March)