“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.

People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn’t stop you from having your own opinion.

I feel more of a person than a child, I feel quite indepedent of anyone.

People can so easily be tempted by slackness and by money.

I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.

Ordinary people simply don’t know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.

Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.

You can always give something, even if it is only kindness.

I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

Leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

People who have a religion should be glad, for not everyone has the gift of believing in heavenly things.

I’ve reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can’t do anything to change events anyway.

If the truth is told, things are just as bad as you yourself care to make them.

It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality.

Born in poverty, he will take supreme power. He will bankrupt the country. Raising an army in the Milanese marches, he will drain Faenza and Florence of gold and people.

Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.

A child born to a Black mother in a state like Mississippi… has exactly the same rights as a white baby born to the wealthiest person in the United States. It’s not true, but I challenge anyone to say it is not a goal worth working for.

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?

He decided that we suffer from great temporal homesickness for the decade we were born in.

The young man, born to rule England, which his dying father commended to him. Once his father is dead, London will cavil. The kingdom is taken back from his son.

Everybody’s gotta learn, nobody’s born knowing.

If you’re born poor it’s not your fault but if you die poor it’s your fault.