For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the day may be blue and gold, but the light that creeps down through the thickly-muffled glass of the small iron-barred window beneath which one sits is grey and niggard. It is always twilight in one's cell, as it is always twilight in one's heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more.

A live unexamined isn't worth living. I will add, "A life unlived isn't worth examining.

America had often been discovered before Columbus, but it had always been hushed up.

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.

Education is very admirable but let us not forget that anything worth knowing cannot be taught.

There is one thing worse than an absolutely loveless marriage: a marriage in which there is love, but on one side only.

Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.