We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever.

For men must work and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep.

Except a living man there is nothing more wonderful than a book ...

I go at what I have to do as if there were nothing else in the world for me to do.

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long; And so make Life, and Death, and that For Ever One grand, sweet song.

... the heroism of the average mother. Ah! When I think of that broad fact, I gather hope again for poor humanity; and this dark world looks bright ... because, whatever else it is not full of, it is at least full of mothers.

Have thy tools ready; God will find thee work.