The will is never free-it is always attached to an object, a purpose. It is simply the engine in the car- it can't steer.

For women in those days, the break-up of a home was often a break-up of their lives. Many a girl in the bad times passed in a year from bridehood and motherhood to the workhouse or the streets.

I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.