Oblivion Is The Flower That Grows Best

O Heart! Love Is Thy Bane And Thy Antidote.

One Is Happy As A Result Of One's Own Efforts, Once One Knows Of The Necessary Ingredients Of Happiness-simple Tastes, A Certain Degree Of Courage, Self-denial To A Point, Love Of Work, And, Above All, A Clear Conscience. Happiness Is No Vague Dream, Of That I Now Feel Certain.

I See Upon Their Noble Brows The Seal Of The Lord, For They Were Born Kings Of The Earth Far More Truly Than Those Who Possess It Only From Having Bought It.

A Woman, When She Is Heroic, Is Not Heroic By Halves.

You Can Bind My Body, Tie My Hands, Govern My Actions: You Are The Strongest, And Society Adds To Your Power; But With My Will, Sir, You Can Do Nothing.