Misfortune is never mournful to the soul that accepts it; for such do always see that every cloud is an angel's face.
Lydia M. ChildThe boughs of no two trees ever have the same arrangement. Nature always produces individuals; She never produces classes.
Lydia M. ChildA human heart can never grow old if it takes a lively interest in the pairing of birds, the reproduction of flowers, and the changing tints of autumn leaves.
Lydia M. Child