The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.

Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for.

We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.

Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.