Bah! Suffragettes. I've no time for suffragettes. They made the biggest mistake in history. They went for equality. They should have gone for power!

The shell must be broken before the bird can fly.

I've loved someone since I was seventeen but I can't have him and I can't give him up. So until I can do that no one else will stand a chance.

Love doesn't adhere to time and boundaries does it? It just is.

That's the trouble, I can't forget him. He was everything to me, except mine.

Faith is a private matter, usually held deep within a person, quiet, impossible to recognise or understand, if you have no faith yourself

Their devotion showed me there were no versions of love there was only... Love. That it had no equal and that it was worth searching for, even if that search took a lifetime.

I am forced to the conclusion that modern medicine does not know it all.

Quite honestly, a baby covered in blood, still slightly blue, eyes screwed up, in the first few minutes after birth, is not an object of beauty.

Sister Monica Joan murmured, as though to herself, but loud enough to be heard by all, "How perfectly charming. Old enough to know it all, and young enough to blush. Perfectly charming.

Perhaps, in a few people, I have seen what can be described as a struggle with death, and it can be distressing to behold. But for the vast majority of people death is gentle, tender.

A free and independent Britain is a blessing to the world.

I write in order to make the little voices in my head go away. Thus far it hasn't worked.

Cities are erected on spiritual columns. Like giant mirrors, they reflect the hearts of their residents. If those hearts darken and lose faith, cities will lose their glamour.

It is only education and understanding of the past that teaches us not to repeat history.

Social psychology has, as a rule, dealt with various phases of social experience from the psychological standpoint of individual experience.

Some folks look at me and see a certain swagger, which in Texas is called 'walking.'

Why had he never appreciated the miracle that he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart?

For every bad there might be a worse; and when one breaks his leg let him be thankful it was not his neck.

Curse Hermes and his multi-vitamins!

I hurl my heart to halt his pace.