Oh my Eva, whose little hour on earth did so much good... what account have I to give for my long years? - Harriet Beecher Stowe

I am braver than I was because I have lost all; and he who has nothing to lose can afford all risks.

Marie always had a head-ache on hand for any conversation that did not exactly suit her.

But, of old, there was One whose suffering changed an instrument of torture, degradation and shame, into a symbol of glory, honor, and immortal life; and, where His spirit is, neither degrading stripes, nor blood, nor insults, can make the Christian's last struggle less than glorious.