“You are the gull, Jo, strong and wild, fond of the storm and the wind, flying far out to sea, and happy all alone.”

Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.

I’ve got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.

Every house needs a grandmother in it.

Women have been called queens for a long time, but the kingdom given them isn’t worth ruling.

The scar will remain, but it is better for a man to lose both arms than his soul; and these hard years, instead of being lost, may be made the most precious of your lives, if they teach you to rule yourselves.

The emerging woman will be strong-minded, strong-hearted, strong-souled, and strong-bodied strength and beauty must go together.

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving, and we all have the power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.

I don’t worry about the storms, I am learning to sail my own ship.

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.

I don’t pretend to be wise, but I am observing, and I see a great deal more than you’d imagine. I’m interested in other people’s experiences and inconsistencies, and, though I can’t explain, I remember and use them for my own benefit.

A faithful friend is a strong defense; And he that hath found him hath found a treasure.

Life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom.

A holiday isn’t a holiday, without plenty of freedom and fun.

People want to be amused, not preached at, you know. Morals don’t sell nowadays.

Stay is a charming word in a friend’s vocabulary.

Fences are made for those who cannot fly.

Hold my hand dear, you’ll fly a plane I’d launch a spaceship.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

You can’t get anywhere flying under the radar.

The same forces of nature which enable us to fly to the stars, enable us also to destroy our star.

Don’t need cars cause we’ve learned to fly on Saturn.

A great war shall burst forth from fishes of steel. Machines of flying fire, lobsters, grasshoppers, mosquitoes. The mass attacks shall be repulsed in the woods, when no child in Germany shall obey any longer.

Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought.