We know that madness belongs to love,--what power to paint a vile object in hues of heaven.
In a world where there is so much to be done, I felt strongly impressed that there must be something for me to do.
There is no weapon in the feminine armory to which men are so vulnerable as they are to a smile.
It is only the women whose eyes have been washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes them little sisters to all the world.
For in all the world there are no people so piteous and forlorn as those who are forced to eat the bitter bread of dependency in their old age, and find how steep are the stairs of another man's house. Wherever they go they know themselves unwelcome. Wherever they are, they feel themselves a burden. There is no humiliation of the spirit they are not forced to endure. Their hearts are scarred all over with the stabs from cruel and callous speeches.
It is a queer thing, but imaginary troubles are harder to bear than actual ones.
There isn't a single human being who hasn't plenty to cry over, and the trick is to make the laughs outweigh the tears.
Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?
Fewer people are bent from hard work than are crooked from avoiding it.
The first sound after a silence should always be your very best.
Most of us think of government as them. Yet government isn't Them: It's us.