...and the most intense desire gave force to her passionate words as the girl glanced despairingly about the dreary room like a caged creature on the point of breaking loose.

I love my liberty too well to be in a hurry to give it up for any mortal man.

Nothing seemed impossible in the beginning.

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.

Watch and pray, dear, never get tired of trying, and never think it is impossible to conquer your fault.

Conceit spoils the finest genius.

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