Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

Whatever my powers--feminine or the contrary--God had given them, and I felt resolute to be ashamed of no faculty of his bestowal.

I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time--I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.

The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

Conventionality is not morality.

But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!

Life is so short, no time to spare, so choose carefully, love intensely and live blissfully.

Growing up as a chubby kid with a ton of imaginary friends and a Cyndi Lauper obsession, I learned about rejection early on and was constantly trying to avoid it.

Physicians attend to the business of physicians, and workmen handle the tools of workmen. [Lat., Quod medicorum est Promittunt medici, tractant fabrilia fabri.]

To see some truths you must stand outside and look in.

Don't think small when you pray. God has a way to bring your dreams to pass if you'll dare to be bold enough to ask.

Nobody is "superior" to anybody else, only "different", that is all!

An intelligent, energetic, educated woman cannot be kept in four walls - even satin-lined, diamond-studded walls - without discovering sooner or later that they are still a prison cell.

America has the laws and the material resources it takes to insure justice for all its people. What it lacks is the heart, the humanity.

Where two factions see vividly each its own aspect, and contrive their own explanations of what they see, it is almost impossible for them to credit each other with honesty.

The path of progress is seldom smooth. New things are often found hard to do. Our fathers found them so. We find them so. But are we not made better for the effort and scarifice?