“So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?”

“Her face was round and rosy, with a healthful downy softness, suggestive of a ripe peach. Her hair, partially silvered by age, was parted smoothly back from a high placed forehead, on which time had written no inscription, except peace on earth, good will to men, and beneath shone a large pair of clear, honest, loving brown eyes; you only needed to look straight into them, to feel that you saw to the bottom of a heart as good and true as ever throbbed in woman's bosom. So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?”

“Life is filled with pain and beauty. It's a journey, a learning experience. You've always been a girl who has had to learn by doing, not by watching and listening--don't change that. Don't change that now--you're too young.”

“Girls aren't beautiful, they're pretty. Beautiful is too heavy a word to assign to a girl. Women are beautiful because their faces show that they know they have lost something and picked up something else.”

“There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.”

“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art. ”