Wouldn't it be fun if all the castles in the air which we make could come true and we could live in them?

…what splendid dreams young people build upon a word, and how bitter is the pain when the bright bubbles burst.

I think we are all hopelessly flawed.

Have your fun, my dear; but if you must earn your bread, try to make it sweet with cheerfulness, not bitter with the daily regret that it isn't cake.

The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.

Fame is a pearl many dive for and only a few bring up. Even when they do, it is not perfect, and they sigh for more, and lose better things in struggling for them.

The female population exceeds the male, you know, especially in New England, which accounts for the high state of culture we are in, perhaps.