You stand on dead men's legs. You've never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.

To love truth for truth's sake is the principal part of human perfection in this world$$$ and the seed-plot of all other virtues.

Excitement is impossible where there is no contest.

There is one safe and happy place$$$ and that is in the will of God.

Christ alone can save the world$$$ but Christ cannot save the world alone.

If a commission by an earthly king is considered an honor$$$ how can a commission by a Heavenly King be considered a sacrifice?

You've got to find yourself first. Everything else'll follow.

And in the end it is not the years in your life that count$$$ it's the life in your years.

Alas$$$ it is an illusion to suppose that the invasion of one element disencumbers another.