Politics...You see, it depends on what kind of politics. What we did during my father's generation was a duty. And it was beautiful because its goal was the conquest of freedom.

My grandfather once told me that there were two kinds of people: those who do the work and those who take the credit. He told me to try to be in the first group; there was much less competition.

Opportunities are not offered. They must be wrested and worked for. And this calls for perseverance... and courage.

Every new experience brings its own maturity and a greater clarity of vision.

To be liberated, woman must feel free to be herself, not in rivalry to man but in the context of her own capacity and her personality.

People tend to forget their duties but remember their rights.

Forgiveness is a virtue of the brave.

The purpose of life is to believe, to hope, and to strive.

I don't mind if my life goes in the service of the nation. If I die, every drop of my blood will invigorate the nation.

Women sometimes go too far, it's true. But it's only when you go too far that others listen.

To become capable, one must have faith in oneself.

Education is the freedom of wisdom, knowledge and understanding. But been educated does not guarantee success in life, but it's the key to everlasting life.

I find that I spend a tremendous amount of time chasing the praises of men rather than sitting with the praises of God. The former is something I attempt to catch, the latter catches me.

The habit of happiness is achieved through the attitude of gratitude.

There are no more worlds to conquer!

I thought, I hate the thought of a 12, 13 or 14 year-old girl seeing a picture of me and thinking she'll do what I did.

To build wealth today, you must be in your own business.

I never really was a grime artist. I'm just an artist.

My body loves my in spite of how I may treat it. My body communicates with me, and I now listen to its messages. I am willing to GET the message.

I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.

For now I stand as one upon a rock environed with a wilderness of sea, who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, expecting ever when some envious surge will in his brinish bowels swallow him.