Faith is a private matter, usually held deep within a person, quiet, impossible to recognise or understand, if you have no faith yourself

The shell must be broken before the bird can fly.

Bah! Suffragettes. I've no time for suffragettes. They made the biggest mistake in history. They went for equality. They should have gone for power!

I've loved someone since I was seventeen but I can't have him and I can't give him up. So until I can do that no one else will stand a chance.

Love doesn't adhere to time and boundaries does it? It just is.

That's the trouble, I can't forget him. He was everything to me, except mine.

Their devotion showed me there were no versions of love there was only... Love. That it had no equal and that it was worth searching for, even if that search took a lifetime.

I am forced to the conclusion that modern medicine does not know it all.

Quite honestly, a baby covered in blood, still slightly blue, eyes screwed up, in the first few minutes after birth, is not an object of beauty.

Sister Monica Joan murmured, as though to herself, but loud enough to be heard by all, "How perfectly charming. Old enough to know it all, and young enough to blush. Perfectly charming.

Perhaps, in a few people, I have seen what can be described as a struggle with death, and it can be distressing to behold. But for the vast majority of people death is gentle, tender.

It is as difficult for most poor people to truly believe that they could someday escape poverty as it is for most wealthy people to truly believe that their wealth could someday escape them.

Walking is the favorite sport of the good and wise.

What good is a body if I can't have you?

I don't want to be like anybody else.

No generalizing beyond the data, no theory. No theory, no insight. And if no insight, why do research.

My role is to set everything in motion.

If evolution is true, you could not know that it’s true because your brain is nothing but chemicals. Think about that.

People who renovate and improve homes are penalized by being taxed more for creating value and improving the neighborhood.

People who expect deference resent mere civility.

But what is to be the fate of the great wen of all? The monster, called, by the silly coxcombs of the press, "the metropolis of the empire"?