There's plenty of room for everyone in the world. Enough money, riches, and beauty for all to share. God has made enought for everyone, so let us all begin then by sharing it fairly.

I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.

Our lives are fashioned by our choices. First we make our choices. Then our choices make us.

Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.

I must work, so as not to be a fool, to get on, to become a journalist, because that's what I want!... I can't imagine that I would have to lead the same sort of life as Mummyand all the women who do their work and are then forgotten. I must have something besides a husband and children, something that I can devote myself to!

Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountians of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?

No one ever became poor from giving.