...the sorrows God sent us brought comfort and strength with them, while the sorrows we brought on ourselves, through folly or wickedness, were by far the hardest to bear.

When twilight drops her curtain down And pins it with a star Remember that you have a friend Though she may wander far.

The body grows slowly and steadily but the soul grows by leaps and bounds. It may come to its full stature in an hour.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

But I believe I rather like superstitious people. They lend color to life. Wouldn't it be a rather drab world if everybody was wise and sensible . . . and good? What would we find to talk about?

She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend - as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.

She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.