Elizabeth Fry

I hope, if you should live to grow up, you will endeavour to be very useful and not spend all your time in pleasing yourself.

The loveliest, sweetest flower that bloomed in paradise, and the first that died, has rarely blossomed since on mortal soil. It is so frail, so delicate, a thing, it is gone if it but look upon itself; and she who ventures to esteem it hers proves by that single thought she has it not.