"Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face." — George Eliot

The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.