Fanny Fern

Would a harsh word ever fall from lips which now breathed only love? Would the step whose lightest footfall now made her heart leap, ever sound in her ear like a death knell?

I am convinced that there are times in everybody's experience when there is so much to be done that the only way to do it is to sit down and do nothing.

Never compel yourself to say words to which the heart yields no response.

She said it was beautiful to be loved, and that it made everything on earth look brighter.