Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that — the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart. – Baroness Emmuska Orczy

People who are born even-tempered, placid and untroubled — secure from violent passions or temptations to evil — those who have never needed to struggle all night with the Angel to emerge lame but victorious at dawn, never become great saints. – Eva Le Gallienne