Agnosticism has nothing to impart. Its sermons are the exhortations of one who convinces you he stands on nothing and urges you to stand there too.

The cause of freedom is not the cause of a race or a sect, a party or a class - it is the cause of humankind, the very birthright of humanity.

Let our girls feel that we expect something more of them than that they merely look pretty and appear well in society.

Bullies are always cowards at heart and may be credited with a pretty safe instinct in scenting their prey.

Peace produced by suppression is neither natural nor desirable.

The old, subjective, stagnant, indolent and wretched life for woman has gone. She has as many resources as men, as many activities beckon her on. As large possibilities swell and inspire her heart.

A stream cannot rise higher than its source.

One needs occasionally to stand aside from the hum and rush of human interests and passions to hear the voices of God.

Life must be something more than dilettante speculation.

Teach [our girls] that there is a race with special needs which they and only they can help; that the world needs and is already asking for their trained, efficient forces.

I constantly felt (as I suppose many an ambitious girl has felt) a thumping from within unanswered by any beckoning from without.

If wealth was the inevitable result of hard work and enterprise, every woman in Africa would be a millionaire.

I called out to God, but the devil keeps answering.

Never underestimate the difficulty of changing false beliefs by facts

Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.

I feel that the Air Force has not been giving out all the available information on the Unidentified Flying Objects. You cannot disregard so many unimpeachable sources.

There seems to be no part of knowledge in fewer hands than that of discerning when to have done.

Even a smile can be charity.

I didn't really buy LPs or go to concerts.

Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.

Mr. Sand, do you think it's possible to fall in love in the space of a single day?" He smiled. "I wouldn't know. I only fall in love at night. Never lasts beyond breakfast, though.