I would rather fight with my hands than my tongue.

It is one of my sources of happiness never to desire a knowledge of other people's business.

Our private property must be sacrificed.

you may imagine me the very shadow of my husband.

And now, dear sister, I must leave this house or the retreating army will make me a prisoner in it by filling up the road I am directed to take.

Two messengers covered with dust come to bid me fly, but I wait for him.

It is done... the precious portrait placed in the hands of the gentlemen for safe keeping.

At this late hour a wagon has been procured, and I have had it filled with plate and the most valuable portable articles, belonging to the house.

Disaffection stalks around us.

When I shall again write to you, or where I shall be tomorrow, I cannot tell.

The amount of time we give to something indicates it's importance to us.

The question is, once you have this idea, is this enough? Is it something people would actually switch just to have?

Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.

Keeping people on side is a precondition of making any progress on sustainability issues

I still feel like a weird kid who is about to take a punch in the face. So, I think it's permanent.

I hope that in 5 years from now I'll be working and doing what makes me happy. Whatever that may be.

There is no gravity in the Planet of Love; everything floats in the air.

Knowledge of the means to express our emotion is essential- and is acquired only after a very long experience.

I have taken roads that I wished I had not traveled on. And I'm traveling on some pretty exciting ones, too.

Beirut is where I was born and raised.