…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.

Liberty is a better husband than love to many of us.

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations.

And the good fairy said, I won't leave you money or pretty dresses but I will leave you the spirit to seek your fortune from your own efforts.

A time will come when you will find that in gaining a brief joy you have lost your peace forever.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

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