Children worked in the mills: “I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.

I turned to see a young woman with bed hair, wearing a only a thin nightdress.

I toss pretty words up in the air and if I am lucky, they will fall gracefully upon my pages-nancy b. brewr.

The boys laughed and peered in the direction of the girl with Kitty Wells dyed black hair.

Just yesterday I stood at the window and watched him run across the field like a young deer. He is thin and agile. I think he will be forever young. He cannot be enticed by money or worldly goods; he desires nothing.

I consider all things a work of fiction, even myself.

I recall the words, the faces, the stale perfume and the pungent odor that filled the room...

Emotional people always make difficulties for themselves.

Any woman looks innocent in a white veil.

Respect the past, trust in the future and believe in the power of the imagination.-.