I'd like to live every moment of my life, but not a moment after.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, I thought gratefully, Nature's gentle nurse.

As a girl my temper often got out of bounds. But one day when I became angry at a friend over some trivial matter, my mother said to me, Elizabeth, anyone who angers you conquers you.

A measure of victory has been won, and honors have been bestowed in token thereof. But honours fade or are forgotten, and monuments crumble into dust. It is the battle itself that matters - and the battle must go on.

Some minds remain open long enough for the truth not only to enter but to pass on through by way of a ready exit without pausing anywhere along the route.

My mother used to say, 'He who angers you, conquers you!' But my mother was a saint.

He who angers you conquers you.