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

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.

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!

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

You do remember how dangerous I am with those?” “Aye, that’s the point. Everyone will duck and cover if they see you wielding these.” “Even my teammates?”“Especially your teammates.

Pain creates movement, and movement controls balance. If the opponent does not feel any pain you may be forced to break bones.

Take It From Me: Life's a Struggle but You Can Win

A political leader worthy of assassination

The most horrible thing is not a government that stages public executions, but a government that secretly disposes of its victims.

Suffering is the sandpaper of our incarnation. It does its work of shaping us.

If you're going to buy a real book, a paper book, there better be a good reason. Perhaps scarcity is one of those reasons.

I like my voice, but I can't deliver as much as I wish I could.

Science fictions are suppressed only when likely to contribute more knowledge and freedom than the defensive orthodoxies they challenge.

Where lives the man that has not tried How mirth can into folly glide, And folly into sin!