Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, for can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.

We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes.

The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing.

Be yourself; everyone else is taken.

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.

The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it.

Duty is what one expects from others.