To my dear and honoured Mother, whose life, no less than her pen, has been devoted to the welfare of others… — Anna Sewell

Do you know why this world is as bad as it is? […] it is because people think only about their own business, and won't trouble themselves to stand up for the oppressed, nor bring the wrong-doer to light.

My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my old friends under the apple trees.

If you in the morning

Throw minutes away,

You can't pick them up

In the course of a day.

You may hurry and scurry,

And flurry and worry,

You've lost them forever,

Forever and aye.