Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life. – Adelaide Anne Procter
The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be, for when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving. – Adelaide Anne Procter
No star is ever lost we once have seen, we always may be what we might have been. – Adelaide Anne Procter
Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light. – Adelaide Anne Procter
