…freedom being the sauce best beloved by the boyish soul.
Work is and always has been my salvation and I thank the Lord for it.
I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.
Life is my college. May I graduate well, and earn some honors.
I sell my children, and though they feed me, they don’t love me as hers do.
Rivalry adds so much to the charms of one’s conquests
Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.
Some books are so familiar that reading them is like being home again.