“The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.”

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

You can make hell out of heaven and heaven out of hell. It’s all in the mind.

For liberty hath a sharp and double edge, fit only to be handled by just and virtuous men; to bad and dissolute, it becomes a mischief unwieldy in their own hands.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

And feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other’s burden.

Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.

Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk.

And live like Nature’s bastards, not her sons.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Loneliness is the first thing which God’s eye named not good.

My latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever new delight!

I had a really good childhood up until I was nine, then a classic case of divorce really affected me.

Music was an important part of my childhood.

Utopia exists only in one’s childhood life.

Sharing a moment with kids can often transport you back to your childhood.

Since I was a little girl there’s probably only been a handful of days I haven’t had a guitar in my hand at some point, even if only for just a minute.

Childhood decisions do not have to define you.

Growing old is unavoidable, but never growing up is possible. I believe you can retain certain things from your childhood if you protect them – certain traits, certain places where you don’t let the world go.

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.