Woman is the Sunday of man: not his repose only, but his joy; the salt of his life.

He who would confine his thought to present time will not understand present reality.

At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.

Our esteem is apt to be given where we know the least.

The historian's first duties are sacrilege and the mocking of false gods. They are his indispensable instruments for establishing the truth.

The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.

Achieving a goal is nothing. The getting there is everything.