“ A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine. ”
I cannot love a man who cannot protect me.
~ Anne Brontë
What the world stigmatizes as romantic is often more nearly allied to the truth than is commonly supposed.
All true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasure may be hard to find, and when found, so trivial in quantity, that the dry, shriveled kernel scarcely compensates for the trouble of cracking the nut.
I wished to tell the truth, for truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive it.
