It may be that this autobiography [Aimee Semple McPherson's] is set down in sincerity, frankness, and simple effort. It may be, too, that the Statue of Liberty is situated in Lake Ontario.

I've finally gotten to the bottom of things.

Telegram to a friend who had just become a mother after a prolonged pregnancy: Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.

[Requesting her epitaph to read this way:] Excuse my dust.

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.

I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as to know the supply of poppy and mandragora will not run out before the small hours.

Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.