You don’t need scores of suitors. You need only one… if he’s the right one.

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

Conceit spoils the finest genius.

...freedom being the sauce best beloved by the boyish soul.

I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I'm not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.

It takes people a long time to learn the difference between talent and genius, especially ambitious young men and women.

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

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

…marriage, they say, halves one's rights and doubles one's duties.

John Brooke is acting dreadfully, and Meg likes it!

The humblest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them.

...every year for decades there had been great excitement over the Largest Vegetable competition ("That would be my husband", was the standard comment).

He reads every book in his home but it is not enough. The country boy craves stories. He devours every poem and fable in his school and library. Still he hungers. For stories.

A man without a plan for the day is lost before he starts.

Making mistakes and learning from them is crucial to winning.

What kind of archaeologist carries a weapon?

I came to America so that I could work with the best and be the best.

In those times I can't seem to find God, I rest in the assurance that He knows how to find me.

I am a toggler. I always have three or four projects going, short stories alongside novels and essays. When one project is terrible, there's somewhere else hopeful to look.

But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.