…she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.

The thought that, insignificant as she was, she yet might do some good, made her very careful of her acts and words, and so anxious to keep head contented and face happy, that she forgot her clothes, and made others do the same. She did not know it, but that good old fashion of simplicity made the plain gowns pretty, and the grace of unconsciousness beautified their little wearer with the charm that makes girlhood sweetest to those who truly love and reverence it.

strength and beauty must go hand in hand

where I wholly love I wholly trust.

You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things, you are contented to be petted and admired by silly people, instead of being loved and respected by wise ones.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

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