I am never afraid of what I know.

My doctrine is this, that if we see cruelty or wrong that we have the power to stop, and do nothing, we make ourselves sharers in the guilt.

There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham.

We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.

Good Luck is rather particular who she rides with, and mostly prefers those who have got common sense and a good heart; at least that is my experience.

It is good people who make good places

If you in the morning Throw minutes away, You can't pick them up In the course of a day. You may hurry and scurry, And flurry and worry, You've lost them forever, Forever and aye.

What right had they to make me suffer like that?

My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my friends under the apple trees.

My troubles are over, and I am finally home.

Now I say that with cruelty and oppression it is everybody's business to interfere when they see it.

Dare to struggle and dare to succeed.

You think too much, " she said."OK, no more thinking.

A leaders gentle reaction and sound instruction are their greatest weapons.

What are humans? They are unserious creatures in this serious universe! And because they are unserious, they appear and disappear quickly!

I think I am at my best when my hair is short. It's easier to take care of and more of who I am. Women are conditioned to think we need long hair.

Nora: "How do you feel?" Nick: "Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober.

My dream is to be played everywhere, not only at the Opera.

As far as advice, that will be in my next book, my next collection. I certainly never like to instruct anyone, but just say as I feel. That's the same as advice, isn't it?

Covetousness is a sort of mental gluttony, not confined to money, but craving honor, and feeding on selfishness.

We waste the power in impatience which, if, otherwise employed, might remedy the evil.