War is a crime committed by men and, therefore, when enough people say it shall not be, it cannot be.
Why are pencils equipped with erasers if not to correct mistakes?
I am one of those irritating people, who hang on to the door-knob after they say good-bye, and will neither come back nor go, always remembering something else which must be said...
The middle years of life come on like thunder.
Literature may be light as a cobweb, but it must be fastened down to life at the four corners.
I saw what could be done with words, for I had a vision of a new world as I talked.
Men alone are not capable of making laws for men and women.
Never underestimate the power of a woman.
Prohibition is a hard sounding word, worthless as a rallying cry, hard as a locked door or going to bed without your supper.
The average reader can contemplate with considerable fortitude the sorrows and disappointments of someone else.
Have we not the brains to think? Hands to work? Hearts to feel? And lives to live?
Canada is destined to be one of the great nations of the world and Canadian women must be ready for citizenship.
The good is the greatest rival of the best.
I think this is the greatest and best country in all the world, with its great sunlit spaces and its long long roads, and best of all the roads that are not made yet, and the stories that no one has told because they are too busy living them.
Always in Alberta there is a fresh wind blowing.
Humanity has to travel a hard road to wisdom, and it has to travel it with bleeding feet.
War is the antithesis of all our teaching. It breaks all the commandments; it makes rich men poor, and strong men weak. It makes well men sick, and by it living men are changed to dead men.
It is often true that those who sit in the wings can see more than the players.
Chivalry is a poor substitute for justice, if one cannot have both. Chivalry is something like the icing on the cake, sweet but not nourishing.
In regard to tenacity of life, no old yellow cat has anything on a prejudice. You may kill it with your own hands, bury it deep, and sit on the grave, and behold! the next day it will walk in at the back door, purring.