The test of a civilization is in the way that it cares for its helpless members - Pearl S. Buck

to know how to read is to light a lamp in the mind, to release the soul from prison, to open a gate to the universe.

In the midst of possible world war, of wholesale destruction, I find my only question this: are there enough people now who believe? Is there time enough left for the wise to act? It is a contest between ignorance and death, or wisdom and life. My faith in humanity stands firm.

Yes, she now believed that when her body died, her soul would go on. Gods she did not worship, and faith she had none, but love she had and forever. Love alone had awakened her sleeping soul and had made it deathless.
She knew she was immortal.