When I had the youth I had no money, now I have the money I have no time, and when I get the time, if I ever do, I shall have no health to enjoy life.

He was poor, yet always appeared to be giving something away; a stranger, yet everyone was his friend; no longer young, but as happy-hearted as a boy; plain and peculiar, yet his face looked beautiful to many.

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

... swept into the giddy vortex which keeps so many young people revolving aimlessly, till they go down or are cast upon the shore, wrecks of what they might have been

She had a womanly instinct that clothes possess an influence more powerful over many than the worth of character or the magic of manners.

Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.

…on some occasions, women, like dreams, go by contraries.