New York is to the nation what the white church spire is to the village — the visible symbol of aspiration and faith, the white plume saying the way is up! – E.B. White
This school was on top of a hill so that God could see everything that went on. It looked like a cross between a prison and a church and it was. – Quentin Crisp
[I]f any one had asked what gifts she desired most, she would have answered with a look more pathetic than any shivering child had given her: “I want the sound of a loving voice; the touch of a friendly hand.” – Louisa May Alcott, “Seamstress,” Work: A Story of Experience, 1873
