Roseanne, Roseanne, if I called to you now, my own self calling to my own self, would you hear me? And if you could hear me, would you heed me?

Because it strikes me there is something greater than judgement. I think it is called mercy.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.

The human animal began as a mere wriggling thing in the ancient seas, struggling out onto land with many regrets. That is what brings us so full of longing to the sea.

It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can.

And whatever my life had been up to that day, it was another life after that. And that is the gospel truth.

For I did not want him to see, or to question me, for here contains already secrets, and my secrets are my fortune and my sanity.

I suppose therefore God is the connoisseur of filthied hearts and souls, and can see the old, the first pattern in them, and cherish them for that.

It is always worth itemizing happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers of happiness while you can.

A child is never the author of his own history.

The trust of those in dark need is forgiving work.

Praying is the power of much more grace.

Keeing busy" is the remedy for all the ills in America. It's also the means by which the creative impulse is destroyed.

First learn the meaning of what you say, and then speak.

For truly it is to be noted, that children's plays are not sports, and should be deemed as their most serious actions.

I've always been a loner, and I've spent most of my life as a single person.

Space is the basic ingredient of the universe; there is more of it than anything else.

But a girl of seventeen is not always thinking of books, especially in the Oxford summer term.

And if my present actions strike you as foolish, let's just say I've been accused of folly by a fool.

I had a chair at every hearth, When no one turned to see, With 'Look at that old fellow there, 'And who may he be?

Good generals select intelligent officers, thoughtful advisors, and brave subordinates. They oversee their troops like a fierce tiger with wings.