The record of one's life must needs prove more interesting to him who writes it than to him who reads what has been written. — Elizabeth Kenny Copy Share Image
He looked at the book, took my name, and consulted his records. Then he informed me I had been lost at sea and was… — Elizabeth Kenny Copy Share Image
A measure of victory has been won, and honors have been bestowed in token thereof. But honours fade or are forgotten, and monuments crumble… — Elizabeth Kenny Copy Share Image
It is easier to recount grievances and slights than it is to set down a broad redress of such grievances and slights. The reason… — Elizabeth Kenny Copy Share Image
O sleep, O gentle sleep, I thought gratefully, Nature's gentle nurse. — Elizabeth Kenny Copy Share Image
Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on through by way of a ready exit… — Elizabeth Kenny Copy Share Image
As a girl my temper often got out of bounds. But one day when I became angry at a friend over some trivial matter,… — Elizabeth Kenny Copy Share Image
Memories do not always behave in an orderly way, but bloom, as it were, erratically. — Elizabeth Kenny Copy Share Image
