The Whole World Opened To Me When

The True Worth Of A Race Must Be Measured By The Character Of Its Womanhood.

Next To God We Are Indebted To Women, First For Life Itself, And Then For Making It Worth Living.

[to The Patronizing Train Conductor Who Had Twice Said, 'auntie, Give Me Your Ticket':] Which Of My Sister's Sons Are You?

Enter To Learn; Depart To Serve.

Invest In The Human Soul. Who Knows, It Might Be A Diamond In The Rough.