Lucy Larcom

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

I defied the machinery to make me its slave. Its incessant discords could not drown the music of my thoughts if I would let them fly high enough.

A friend is a beloved mystery; dearest always because he is not ourself, and has something in him which it is impossible for us to fathom. If it were not so, friendship would lose its chief zest.

The great curse of modern political life is incrementalism.

If you don't work yourself up into a fever of greed and covetousness in an art museum, you're just not doing the job.

When I do my makeup, it kind of helps me get into the character that I'm trying to portray.