A depressing and difficult passage has prefaced every page I have turned in life.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

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

Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.

Intelligence and proper education will give you independence of spirit.

Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means.

Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.

God did not give me my life to throw it away.

It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.

What delusion has come over me? What sweet madness has seized me?

Rapidly, merrily, Life's sunny hours flit by, Gratefully, cheerily Enjoy them as they fly!

If you don't love another living soul, then you'll never be disappointed.

I would always rather be happy than dignified.

I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.