Human minds are more full of mysteries than any written book and more changeable than the cloud shapes in the air.

Woman work a great many miracles.

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

I often think flowers are the angels' alphabet whereby they write on hills and fields mysterious and beautiful lessons for us to feel and learn.

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

Love is apt to make lunatics of even men and saints.

I will make a battering-ram of my head and make my way through this rough and tumble world.