Work: a Story of Experience

want something to keep me steady, but I can’t find it. So I whiffle about this way and that, and sometimes think I am a most degenerate creature.”

“That is only human nature, so don’t be troubled.

Christie cuddled the culprit with one hand while she revealed the damaged delicacy with the other, wondering inwardly what evil star was always in the ascendant when Mrs. Wilkins made cake.

Souls and bodies should go on together; and you will find that a hearty breakfast won’t spoil the little hymn the morning-glories sung

it often takes more courage to live than to die.”

A God of wrath I cannot love; a God that must be propitiated, adorned, and adored like an idol I cannot respect; and a God who can be blinded to men’s iniquities through the week by a little beating of the breast and bowing down on the seventh day, I cannot serve.

I’m tired of thinking only of myself. It makes me selfish and low-spirited; for I’m not a bit interesting.

it always seemed to me that a man should have energy enough to save himself, and not expect the ‘weaker vessel,’ as he calls her, to do it for him

She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.

AUNT BETSEY, there’s going to be a new Declaration of Independence.”

“Bless and save us, what do you mean, child?” And the startled old lady precipitated a pie into the oven with destructive haste.

“I mean that, being of age, I’m going to take care of myself, and not be a burden any longer.