When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
She
Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.
A mother, after all, is your entry into the world. She is the shell in which you divide and become a life. Waking up in a world without her is like waking up in a world without sky: unimaginable.
Trust in God – she will provide.
Not by the forces of civil war can you govern the very weakest woman. You can kill that woman, but she escapes you then; you cannot govern her. No power on earth can govern a human being, however feeble, who withholds his or her consent.
For my own part, I have been wont to converse with poverty; and however disagreeable a companion she may be thought to be by the affluent and luxurious, who were never acquainted with her, I can live happily with her the remainder of my life if I can thereby contribute to the redemption of my country.
If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.
Every man and woman is born into the world to do something unique and something distinctive and if he or she does not do it, it will never be done.
In the course of her education she had gone through the history usually put into the hands of young people… now her ripened reason gave to her present study at least the advantage of novelty.
In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.