“She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.”

It takes so little to make a child happy, that it is a pity in a world full of sunshine and pleasant things, that there should be any wistful faces, empty hands, or lonely little hearts.

Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.

It takes very little fire to make a great deal of smoke nowadays, and notoriety is not real glory.

Don’t try to make me grow up before my time.

Father asked us what was God’s noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.

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.

Happiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.

A snowy night with fine wine and an old dusty book, a perfect place to be once in a while.

You closed the book before we could reach the end.

A page in my book will always blank in case you come back.

That Wisedome is acquired, not by reading of Books, but of Men.

Some books should be tasted, some devoured, but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly.

No book can ever be finished. While working on it we learn just enough to find it immature the moment we turn away from it

For friends, do but look upon good books, they are true friends, that will neither flatter nor dissemble.