A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.

It doesn't seem FAIR, said Anne rebelliously. Babies are born and live where they are not wanted-where they will be neglected-where they have no chance. I would have loved my baby so-and cared for it tenderly-and tried to give her every chance for good. And yet I wasn't allowed to keep her.

A visual image in the hand of an artist is merely a tool to trigger a mental image.

Life begets life. Energy creates energy. It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich.

Written By Sarah Bernhardt

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