If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
Oh, if I could but live another century and see the fruition of all the work for women! There is so much yet to be done.
I wouldn’t mind seeing China if I could come back the same day.
If I could go anywhere in the world, that place would be home.
If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.
When I heard that there were artists, I wished I could some time be one. If I could only make a rose bloom on paper, I thought I should be happy! Or if I could at last succeed in drawing the outline of winter-stripped boughs as I saw them against the sky, it seemed to me that I should be willing to spend years in trying.
If I could go, I would tell the truth to the North American people. President Reagan personally ordered my visa to be denied.
I felt that some of my work was OK. If I could do it over, I’d do better.
I know that two and two make four – and should be glad to prove it too if I could – though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
My sole ambition is to rid Mexico of the class that has oppressed her and given the people a chance to know what real liberty means. And if I could bring that about today by giving up my life, I would do it gladly.