We find what we seek with all our heart.

The bee is not the only insect that visits the flower, but it is the only one that carries honey away.

It matters not how rich the materials we have gleaned from the years of our study and toil in youth, if we go out into life with no well-defined idea of our future work, there is no happy conjunction of circumstances that will arrange them into an imposing structure, and give it magnificent proportions.
"What a immense power over the life," says Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward, "is the power of possessing distinct aims.

The voice, the dress, the look, the very motions of a person, define and alter when he or she begins to live for a reason.

I fancy that I can select, in a crowded street, the busy, blessed women who support themselves.