My relationship with "Pollyanna" is a very personal one, because Pollyanna got me through my childhood.
Gentle to others, to himself severe.
I lived to write, and wrote to live.
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.
Almost all men are over anxious. No sooner do they enter the world than they lose that taste for natural and simple pleasures so remarkable in early life. Every hour do they ask themselves what progress they have made in the pursuit of wealth or honor and on they go as their fathers went before them till weary and sick at heart they look back with a sigh of regret to the golden time of their childhood.
Example is a motive of very prevailing force on the actions of men.
Empathizing with someone's 'no' protects us from taking it personally.
I don't understand the notion that modern farming is anything do to with nature. It's a pretty gross interference with nature.
Now he's [Cinna] arranging things around my living room: Clothing, fabrics, and sketchbooks with designs he's drawn. I pick one up and examine one of the dresses I supposedly created. You know, I think I show a lot of promise," I say. Get dressed, you worthless thing.
I am a taxonomist, I work in the descriptive, narrative sciences of natural history. Unfortunately there is this status ordering from physics, the queen of the sciences up on top, down through a bunch of squishy subjects, ending up with sociology and psychology on the bottom. Palaeontologists are not much above that in their conventional ordering.