We don't choose our talents; but we needn't hide them in a napkin because they are not just what we want.

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)

Many wise and true sermons are preached us everyday by unconscious ministers in street, school, office, or home; even a fair table may become a pulpit, if it can offer the good and helpful words which are never out of season.

I think we are all hopelessly flawed.

I think immortality is the passing of a soul through many lives or experiences, and such as are truly lived, used and learned, help on to the next, each growing richer, happier and higher, carrying with it only the real memories of what has gone before.

It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.

People want to be amused, not preached at, you know. Morals don't sell nowadays.