A comforting acquaintance, hope, a contagious thing like spring, inebriating like lager. — Sylvia Ashton Warner
As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly. — Sylvia Ashton Warner
I am inclined to think that eating is a private thing and should be done alone, like other bodily functions. — Sylvia Ashton Warner
