God is my fortress.

Aim for the stars. You will sooner reach the moon.

What you think of me is none of my business.

We are what we think.

I believe in miracles.

Love is stronger than hate.

Asking is the beginning of receiving.

We are what we are.

God is the Creator of all things.

Daily dance uplift the soul to spiritual realms.

A revived spirit, a renewed soul.

I scan the room. Catherine is writing quickly, her light brown hair falling over her face. She is left-handed, and because she writes in pencil her left arm is silver from wrist to elbow.

With all the god-awful suffering in this war, I suppose somebody ought to be enjoying it.

Miss Howard: Like a good detective story myself. Lots of nonsense written, though. Criminal discovered in last Chapter. Everyone dumbfounded. Real crime - you'd know at once.

Drink your coffee, it clears out the brain in the morning

I want to grow old without facelifts. I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I have made.

I don’t need help because if I can’t help myself I can’t be helped.

The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.

Economy is a great revenue. [Lat., Magnum vectigal est parsimonia.]

Love all creatures! Love everything that has life!

That aspects are within us; and who seems Most kingly is the King.