Of how many women might the history be comprised in those few words - 'she lived, suffered, and was buried'!

The moment one begins to solder right and wrong together, one's conscience becomes like a piece of plated goods.

All my own experience of life teaches me the contempt of cunning, not the fear. The phrase "profound cunning," has always seemed to me a contradiction in terms. I never knew a cunning mind which was not either shallow, or on some point diseased.

You must never believe what the newspapers say. I stand aghast at the impudence of the lies they contain, things not only false in fact, but absolutely impossible.

If we can still love those who have made us suffer, we love them all the more.

What we truly and earnestly aspire to be, that in some sense we are.

Have the courage to appear poor and you disarm poverty of its sharpest sting.