She said it was beautiful to be loved, and that it made everything on earth look brighter.
I am convinced that there are times in everybody's experience when there is so much to be done, that the only way to do it is to sit down and do nothing.
What a pity when editors review a woman's book, that they so often fall into the error of reviewing the woman instead.
Can anybody tell me why reporters, in making mention of lady speakers, always consider it to be necessary to report, fully and firstly, the dresses worn by them? When John Jones or Senator Rouser frees his mind in public, we are left in painful ignorance of the color and fit of his pants, coat, necktie and vest - and worse still, the shape of his boots. This seems to me a great omission.
Our domestic Napoleons, too many of them, give flattery, bonnets and bracelets to women, and everything else but - justice ...
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
I am getting sick of people. I am falling in love with things. They hold their tongues ...
Uncles and aunts, and cousins, are all very well, and fathers and mothers are not to be despised; but a grandmother, at holiday time, is worth them all.
I want a human sermon. I don't care what Melchisedek, or Zerubbabel, or Kerenhappuk did, ages ago; I want to know what I am to do, and I want somebody besides a theological bookworm to tell me; somebody who is sometimes tempted and tried, and is not too dignified to own it; somebody like me, who is always sinning and repenting; somebody who is glad and sorry, and cries and laughs, and eats and drinks, and wants to fight when they are trodden on, and don't!
The term 'lady' has been so misused, that I like better the old-fashioned term, woman.
Hoary-headed old Winter, I have had enough of you!
To the Pilgrim Mothers, who not only had their full share of the hardships and privations of pioneer life but also had the Pilgrim Fathers to endure.
Too much indulgence has ruined thousands of children; too much love not one.
Few husbands (and the longer I observe, the more I am convinced of the truth of what I am about to say, and I make no exception in favor of education or station) have the magnanimity to use justly, generously, the power which the law puts in their hands.
To her, the name of father was another name for love.
Show me an 'easy person,' and I will show you a selfish one. Good-natured he may be; why not? since the disastrous consequences of his 'easiness' are generally shouldered by other people.
Everything in the country, animate and inanimate, seems to whisper, be serene, be kind, be happy. We grow tolerant there unconsciously.
Never ask a favor until you are drawing your last breath; and never forget one.
Dear reader, true religion is not gloomy.
There are no little things. Little things are the hinges of the universe.
How strong sometimes is weakness!
Love is a farce; matrimony is a humbug; husbands are domestic Napoleons, Neroes, Alexanders,--sighing for other hearts to conquer, after they are sure of yours.
I hate the word proper. If you tell me a thing is not proper, I immediately feel the most rabid desire to go 'neck and heels' into it.
I wish one half the world were not fools, and the other half idiots.
Well, it is a humiliating reflection, that the straightest road to a man's heart is through his palate.
I've as good a right to preserve the healthy body God gave me, as if I were not a woman.
O, girls! set your affections on cats, poodles, parrots or lap-dogs; but let matrimony alone. It's the hardest way on earth to getting a living.
When a literary person's exhaustive work is over, the last thing he wishes to do is to talk books.
Nowhere more than in New York does the contest between squalor and splendor so sharply present itself.
Never compel yourself to say words to which the heart yields no response.
Marriage is the hardest way to get a living.