Eyes that have never wept cannot comprehend sorrow.

...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

The number of those men who know how to use wholly irresponsible power humanely and generously is small. Everybody knows this, and the slave knows it best of all.

I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.

If women want any rights they had better take them, and say nothing about it.

It is always our treasure that the lightning strikes.

If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.