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  • #1
    Albert Camus
    “Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
    Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
    Walk beside me… just be my friend”
    Albert Camus

  • #2
    Sinclair Lewis
    “But I do know that about ten times as many people find their lives dull, and unnecessarily dull, as ever admit it; and I do believe that if we busted out and admitted it sometimes, instead of being nice and patient and loyal for sixty years, and then nice and patient and dead for the rest of eternity, why, maybe, possibly, we might make life more fun.”
    Sinclair Lewis, Babbitt

  • #3
    Jennifer Worth
    “All nuns, by the very fact of their monastic profession, are exceptional people. No ordinary woman could live such a life. There must inevitably be something, or many things, that are outstanding about a nun.”
    Jennifer Worth, The Midwife: A Memoir of Birth, Joy, and Hard Times

  • #4
    Jennifer Worth
    “Was it love of people?' I asked her.
    'Of course no,' she snapped sharply. 'How can you love ignorant, brutish people whom you don't even know? Can anyone love filth and squalor? Or lice and rats? Who can love aching weariness, and carry on working, in spite of it? One cannot love these things. One can only love God, and through His grace come to love His people.”
    Jennifer Worth, The Midwife: A Memoir of Birth, Joy, and Hard Times

  • #5
    Jennifer Worth
    “Whoever heard of a midwife as a literary heroine? Yet midwifery is the very stuff of drama. Every child is conceived either in love or lust, is born in pain, followed by joy or sometimes remorse. A midwife is in the thick of it, she sees it all.”
    Jennifer Worth, The Midwife: A Memoir of Birth, Joy, and Hard Times

  • #6
    Victor Hugo
    “Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien étrange,
    Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n’eut plus son ange.
    La choise simplement d’elle-même arriva.
    Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s’en va.

    He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried,
    He lived, and when he lost his angel, died.
    It happened calmly, on its own.
    The way night comes when day is done.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables



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