The death I should prefer would be to break my neck off the back of a good horse at a full gallop on a fine day.

I want to do everything in the world that can be done.

[On disagreeing with her husband about his slave-holding:] I cannot give my conscience into the keeping of another human being or submit the actions dictated by my conscience to their will.

What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace?

When marriage is what it ought to be, it is indeed the very happiest condition of existence.

... it's always determined characters who make the greatest fools.

An actor's life is the shadow of a cloud, the echo of a sound, the memory of a dream, nothing come of nothing. The finest actor does not create, he is but a translator of another man's work.

Simplicity is a great element of good breeding.

I have been taking my daily walk round the island, and visited the sugar mill and the threshing mill again.

Carols of gladness ring from every tree.

They frequently find the truth who do not seek it, they who do, frequently lose it.

In her crazy, upside down world, she needed someone like that. A rock that would keep her going, an anchor to keep her from drifting away. Instead, she was alone.

Divination is turning out to be much more trouble than I could have foreseen, never having studied the subject myself.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

Music Has No Religion Nor Gender. See Its a ___W___A___V____E___ and You Can Modify It !!! So What You Are Up To.. ?

What you have always believed in is the real you.

I grew up with a family that had very little and were at times homeless.

Real bliss is to have peace of mind.

I say women exhibit the most exalted virtue when they depart from the domestic circle and enter on the concerns of their country, of humanity, and of their G-d!

Team members who feel threatened but who are not aware of it become rigid - and that stops teamwork.

And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony? What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?