I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms.

I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.

To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.

No man may make another free.

It was the meanest moment of eternity.

If science ever gets to the bottom of Voodoo in Haiti and Africa, it will be found that some important medical secrets, still unknown to medical science, give it its power, rather than the gestures of ceremony.

Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue.