“Do one thing every day that scares you.”

I cannot go to bed tonight without a word to you.

No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful.

Never allow a person to tell you no who doesn’t have the power to say yes.

It’s your life-but only if you make it so.

When you stop learning you stop living in any vital and meaningful sense.

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

Each time you learn something new you must readjust the whole framework of your knowledge

The giving of love is an education in itself.

Effort: You must do the thing you think you cannot do.

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.

It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know.

Don’t be concerned about whether people are watching you or criticizing you.

If you fail the first time then you’ll just have to try harder the second time.

I think, at a child’s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift would be curiosity.

As for accomplishments, I just did what I had to do as things came along.

You must do the thing you think you cannot do.

You want to taste my ruby lips but fear they’ll leave a mark. Loving you is trespassing, forbidden access to an insecure heart.

Logic and cold reason are poor weapons to fight fear and distrust. Only faith and generosity can overcome them.

Feed your fears and your faith will starve. Feed your faith, and your fears will.

My father was against the death penalty, and that was hard in the Son of Sam summer when fear was driving the desire for the death penalty.

The one permanent emotion of the inferior man is fear – fear of the unknown, the complex, the inexplicable. What he wants above everything else is safety.

Every time you win, it diminishes the fear a little bit. You never really cancel the fear of losing; you keep challenging it.

They silenced her tongue, for they feared how sharp it might cut them.

My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.