It was good and nothing good is ever lost.

I wasn't good enough. I had a little talent but not enough. There is nothing more discouraging than having just a little talent.

She thought of the last couple of years: the boredom, the narrowness of existence, the dearth of anything to look forward to. Yet now, in a single instant, the curtains had been whipped aside, and the windows been thrown open onto a brillant view that had been there, waiting for her, all the time. A view, moreover, laden with the most marvellous possibilities and opportunities.

Happiness is making the most of what you have, and riches is making the most of what you've got.

Things happen they way they're meant to. There's a pattern and a shape to everything...Nothing happens without a reason...Nothing is impossible...(Page 180).

There's a war on. We don't know how anything's going to end. We just have to grasp each fleeting moment of joy as it whizzes by.

She believed, of course ... because without something to believe in, life would be intolerable.