We are all bound up together in one great bundle of humanity, and society cannot trample on the weakest and feeblest of its members without receiving the curse in its own soul.

My hands were weak, but I reached them out To feebler ones than mine, and over the shadow of my life Stole the light of a peace divine.

Slavery is dead, but the spirit which animated it still lives.

The respect that is only bought by gold is not worth much.

I find, by close observation, that the mothers are the levers which move in education. The men talk about it . . . but the women work most for it.

If we have had no past, it is well for us to look hopefully to the future - for the shadows bear the promise of a brighter coming day.

I belong to this race, and when it is down I belong to a down race; when it is up I belong to a risen race.

The true aim of female education should be, not a development of one or two, but all the faculties of the human soul, because no perfect womanhood is developed by imperfect culture.

Apparent failure may hold in its rough shell the germs of a success that will blossom in time, and bear fruit throughout eternity.

Oh, could slavery exist long if it did not sit on a commercial throne?

I do not think the mere extension of the ballot a panacea for all the ills of our national life. What we need to-day is not simplymore voters, but better voters.

You stop revisiting memories when you outgrow the people you made them with.

The hopeful man sees success where others see failure sunshine where others see shadows and storm.

Discretion is a synonym for intelligence.

You will find that our enemies are our own kin. It is they who betray us. So learn this most important lesson-in the end, our worst enemy is ourselves

Music can't save the world, but can make one a little calmer.

If you added up all the really significant episodes in your life they'd probably come to less than sixty minutes.

I take the paraglider to the mountain or I roll Daisy out of her hangar and I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I'm just soul on a sunbeam.

Ah! the spendthrift, love: it gives all and everything with the first sigh!

I guess I would model myself after the Bill Condons, the Frank Darabonts and the David Nutters if I were to direct a feature, which I would love to do, by the way.

Adversity makes strange bedfellows.