Oh, could slavery exist long if it did not sit on a commercial throne?

My hands were weak, but I reached them out To feebler ones than mine, and over the shadow of my life Stole the light of a peace divine.

I find, by close observation, that the mothers are the levers which move in education. The men talk about it . . . but the women work most for it.

A room to myself is a luxury that I do not always enjoy.

If we have had no past, it is well for us to look hopefully to the future - for the shadows bear the promise of a brighter coming day.

Intense love is often akin to intense suffering.

Oh, could slavery exist long if it did not sit on a commercial throne?