You had better live your best and act your best and think your best today; for today is the sure preparation for tomorrow and all the other tomorrows that follow.

Readers are plentiful; thinkers are rare.

Women, like men, must be educated with a view to action, or their studies cannot be called education.

I certainly had no idea how little faith Christians have in their own faith till I saw how ill their courage and temper can stand any attack on it.

Marriage ... is still the imperfect institution it must remain while women continue to be ill-educated, passive, and subservient.

The imagination, once awakened, must and will work, and ought to work

My own feeling of concern arises from seeing how much moral injury and suffering is created by the superstitions of the Christian mythology.

It is hard to tell which is worse; the wide diffusion of things that are not true, or the suppression of things that are true.

it matters infinitely less what we do than what we are.

I saw no poor men, except a few intemperate ones. I saw some very poor women; but God and man know that the time has not come for women to make their injuries even heard of.

Happiness consists in the full employment of our faculties in some pursuit.

With a strong spirit, you heal every bruise.

Junk is in the eyes of the beholder. Some look, but others see.

Sovereignty unconditionally belongs neither to the people of the nation nor to some supernatural power but to the human mind, to the science and to the high ethical values!

Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck, but, most of all, endurance.

Sixty years ago I knew everything now I know nothing education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance.

What did it mean for a black woman to be an artist in our grandmothers' time? In our great-grandmothers' day? It is an answer cruel enough to stop the blood.

[On Sting] He threw a sucker punch. There's the sucker who threw the punch. Him the the Bart Simpson hair doo.

Don’t be sorry. Be good. Be right. Be a hero.

Jeffrey Carver imagines wonders and allows us to share his vision.

To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.