Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse.
When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts.
The trouble with us is that the ghetto of the Middle Ages and the children of the twentieth century have to live under one roof.
A man is free to go up as high as he can reach up to; but I, with all my style and pep, can't get a man my equal because a girl is always judged by her mother.