I think the degree of a nation's civilisation may be measured by the degree of enlightenment of its women.

Where once stood the steadfast pines, great, beautiful, sweet, my hand touched raw, moist stumps. All about lay broken branches, like the antlers of stricken deer. The fragrant, piled-up sawdust swirled and tumbled about me. An unreasoning resentment flashed through me at the ruthless destruction of the beauty that I love.

Few pleasures there are indeed without an aftertouch of pain, but that is the preservation which keeps them sweet.

The unselfish effort to bring cheer to others will be the beginning of a happier life for ourselves.

The most beautiful world is always entered through imagination.

When it seems that our sorrow is too great to be borne, let us think of the great family of the heavy-hearted into which our grief has given us entrance. And inevitably, we will feel about us their arms, their sympathy and their understanding.

The fearful are caught as often as the bold.