I Shall Keep My Book On The

…for No Matter How Lost And Soiled And Worn-out Wandering Sons May Be, Mothers Can Forgive And Forget Every Thing As They Fold Them Into Their Fostering Arms. Happy The Son Whose Faith In His Mother Remains Unchanged, And Who, Through All His Wanderings, Has Kept Some Filial Token To Repay Her Brave And Tender Love.

If I Didn't Care About Doing Right And Didn't Feel Uncomfortable Doing Wrong, I Should Get On Capitally.

Jo Had Learned That Hearts, Like Flowers, Cannot Be Rudely Handled, But Must Open Naturally.

I Am Not Afraid Of Storms For I Am Learning How To Sail My Ship.

She Preferred Imaginary Heroes To Real Ones, Because When Tired Of Them, The Former Could Be Shut Up In The Tin Kitchen Till Called For, And The Latter Were Less Manageable.