No Human Creature Can Give Orders To

A Cigar Numbs Sorrow And Fills The Solitary Hours With A Million Gracious Images.

I Know That I Have Found Fulfillment. I Have An Object In Life, A Task ... A Passion.

It Seems To Me That The Earth Belongs To God Who Made It And Entrusted It To Men As A Perpetual Home. But It Cannot Have Been Part Of His Plan That Some Men Should Be Ill With Overfeeding And That Others Should Die Of Starvation. No Matter What Anyone Can Say They Cannot Prevent Me From Feeling Sad And Angry When I See A Beggar Crying At A Rich Man's Door.

I'm Beginning To Believe That There Are Angels Disguised As Men Who Pass Themselves Off As Such And Who Inhabit The Earth For A While To Console And Lift Up With Them Toward Heaven The Poor, Exhausted And Saddened Souls Who Were Ready To Perish Here Below.

Learned Women Are Ridiculed Because They Put To Shame Unlearned Men.