Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.

Give us that grand word 'woman' once again, and let's have done with 'lady'; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys.

Earth is the anteroom of Heaven, if we choose to see it so.

You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.

Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go.

The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.

The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.

For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.

When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men.

A weed is but an unloved flower.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.