We Are A Race Of Women That

It Is Finer To Bring One Noble Human Being Into The World And Rear It Well... Than To Kill Ten Thousand.

One Has No Right To Form Ideals Of People, And Then, Because They Don't Justify Them, Become Bitter.

A Child Sees Everything, Looks Straight At It, Examines It, Without Any Preconceived Idea; Most People, After They Are About Eleven Or Twelve, Quite Lose This Power, They See Everything Through A Few Preconceived Ideas Which Hang Like A Veil Between Them And The Outer World.

I Know There Will Be Spring, As Surely As The Birds Know It When They See Above The Snow Two Tiny, Quivering Green Leaves. Spring Cannot Fail Us.

Ones Real Deathless Wealth Is All The Beautiful Souls One Has Seen And Spiritually Touched.