A wound in a young heart is like a wound in a young tree. It does not grow out. It grows in.
Nellie L. McClungThat seems to be the haunting fear of mankind - that the advancement of women will sometime, someway, someplace, interfere with some man's comfort.
Nellie L. McClungI want to leave something behind when I go; some small legacy of truth, some word that will shine in a dark place.
Nellie L. McClung