Isabel, Lady Burton (20 March 1831 – 22 March 1896) — née Isabel Arundell — was a writer and the wife and partner of explorer, adventurer, and writer Sir Richard Francis Burton (1821–1890).
Without any cant, does not Providence provide wonderfully for us?
all the salt of Turkish life consists of politics and official intrigue.
I saw the desert, it grew upon me. There are times, when I have sorrows, that I hunger and thirst for it.
where I have seen good I shall speak of it with pleasure, and where I have seen the reverse, I shall try to be silent; for a book is meant to give pleasure, and pain that is inflicted in black and white lasts for ever.
I must just think aloud, so as not to keep the public waiting.
People of delicate health, selfish dispositions, and coarse minds, can always bear the sufferings of others placidly.
I have no leisure to think of style or of polish, or to select the best language, the best English - no time to shine as an authoress. I must just think aloud, so as not to keep the public waiting.
He who knows not and knows not he knows not: he is a fool -- shun him. He who knows not and knows he knows not: he is simple -- teach him.
Martha Minow
Paul Klee
Alannah Myles
Hutch Harris
Aldus Manutius
William Levitt
Ruffin McNeill
Henri Matisse
Alain J. P. Belda
Bruce Sterling
Bill Plympton
Stephanie Coontz