“Woman work a great many miracles.”

“(V)irtue, like sunshine, works its own sweet miracles”

“I could have been a great many things.”

“I should have been a great many things, Mr Mayor”

“Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.”

“But please hug and kiss me, everyone, and don't mind my dress, I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today.”

“You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long; even if it is, the consciousness of possessing and using it well should satisfy one, and the great charm of all power is modesty.”