“There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?”

To the person who is afraid, everything rustles.

Money is the worst currency that ever grew among mankind. This sacks cities, this drives men from their homes, this teaches and corrupts the worthiest minds to turn base deeds.

Not to be born surpasses all reckoning. The next best thing by far, when one has been born is to go back as swiftly as possible whence one came.

Whatever God has brought about Is to be borne with courage.

You can kill a man but you cant kill a idea.

Whom Jupiter would destroy he first drives mad.

I cannot love a friend whose love is words.

A man though wise, should never be ashamed of learning more, and must unbend his mind.

The truth is what I cherish and that’s my strength.

Wealth makes an ugly person beautiful to look on and an incoherent speech eloquent; and wealth alone can enjoy pleasure even in sickness and can conceal its miseries.

Remember there is no success without hard work.

How terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit to the man that’s wise.

Knowledge must come through action. You can have no test which is not fanciful, save by trial.

The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.

Whoever lives among many evils just as I, how can dying not be a source of gain?

I recommend bread, meat, vegetables, and beer.

We were born crying. Therefore, we must try at any cost; to keep a smile on the face.

When the world cries I cry. and when the world sings I still find myself crying.

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.

When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

There must be a remedy even for such a crying evil as this [abortion]. But where shall it be found, at least where begin, if not in the complete enfranchisement and elevation of women?

And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?