I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in the kindness of human beings. I am so absorbed in the wonder of earth and the life upon it that I cannot think of heaven and angels.

I am always glad when any of my books can be put into an inexpensive edition, because I like to think that any people who might wish to read them can do so. Surely books ought to be within reach of everybody.

Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.

But what happens when her beauty is torn from her like a cover from a book? Will he care to read her then, although her pages speak of nothing but love for him?

Love cannot be forced, love cannot be coaxed and teased. It comes out of heaven, unasked and unsought.

If there is no other life, then this one has been enough to make it worth being born myself...a human being.

men cannot be free in a nation where women are forbidden freedom.