If love was a choice, who would ever choose such exquisite pain?

Change from despair to joy he made her extremely beautiful.

The chains had fallen from her leg, but not from her mind.

That roads are for journeys, ma’am, not destinations

She had become so much more accustomed to hard work and opposition than to adulation that the only emotion she had felt had been one of acute discomfort.

Was she insane?! She would lose her head before she was 20!

He searched for words to poison the shaft of his disdain.

She was a woman, slight, almost frail in appearance; not someone who could fight with guns to free the slaves, as in the United States, but someone who could fight with knowledge in the corner...

Most people do not see the world as it is. They see it as they are

When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.

Perhaps, she had dreamed, she would teach some future King, shaping his child mind for a new and better world.