The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

Every young sculptor seems to think that he must give the world some specimen of indecorous womanhood, and call it Eve, Venus, a Nymph, or any name that may apologize for a lack of decent clothing.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

Christian faith is a grand cathedral, with divinely pictured windows. Standing without, you see no glory, nor can possibly imagine any; standing within, every ray of light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendors.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.