Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

The Woman-Soul leadeth us upward and on!

Those who have no hope for a future life are already dead for the present one.

We can offer up much in the large, but to make sacrifices in little things is what we are seldom equal to.

Hatred is something peculiar. You will always find it strongest and most violent where there is the lowest degree of culture.

Give me the benefit of your convictions, if you have any; but keep your doubts to yourself, for I have enough of my own.

He who is firm and resolute in will molds the world to himself.