Mystery has great charms for womanhood.
He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.
Adversity is like the period of the rain. . . cold, comfortless, unfriendly to people and to animals; yet from that season have their birth the flower, the fruit, the date, the rose and the pomegranate.
Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.
We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.